Snow Days @ Dead Mans Hill

Brunswick Snurfer

It’s a part of everyone’s childhood who grows up in Chicagoland, a joyous and almost miraculous occasion that one cannot predict, only enjoy to its fullest potential – The Snow Day.

O how I would wait at the large round antique oak table in my parents kitchen, chewing down a bowl of Lucky Charms while listening to another caller on the small black am radio say “Hello Wally?”, hoping and praying that the Barrington 220 school district was going to be announced as closed the next time the news person ran down the list.