I don't get it. It snowed this weekend, leaving a beautiful blanket of snow over the city. Of course, the majority of this was quickly swept away by the City's ruthlessly efficient snow removal apparatus. But the parks, ah the beautiful parks, were still covered in white goodness. I spent all of Presidents Day out in the park playing in the snow. Maybe my friend Henry and I were the only ones who got the holiday off, but there was a distinct lack of grownups enjoying the snow-covered park.

Not that I mind going down the hill in my atomic snow saucer with a bunch of screaming three-foot younglings; sledding is a great childhood experience. But what's up with this lack of adults playing in the snow? Maybe all the adults were gawking at the Saffron in Central Park, but I think that they were just not out playing. Is there some age limit on having fun when it snows? If you don't play in it, what is the good of snow? All hassle and no fun. You don't have to go sledding, but even a walk in the white stuff can be a good time.

At least I don't have it as bad as my brother. He lives in Colorado where neither the adults nor the kids play in the snow. His theory is an overabundance of Playstations. I think he may have something there.