There used to be a time when I looked forward to the prospect of snow. That time probably ended after finishing college, because I still remember during my freshman year the night we got a decent snowfall. It was a Thursday, and it was enough white stuff to draw hundreds of students (myself included) to the university’s quad for snowball fights and snowman building, while the next day’s classes were canceled. But the allure of it seems to diminish, if not outright disappear, once you have real responsibilities — a full-time job, the need to go out and obtain groceries since you’re not living …