Barefoot In The Snow; A Benson Family Tradition Continues!

It all started with my grandfather about 100 years ago. When he was a young seminarian, with the first snow fall, he would run out in the morning, barefooted.

My mother told me this story when I was a wee lad, and I started doing it. (My grandfather died right after WWII, so we never got to share this.) When my boys were young, I told them about it. And, of course, they had to be a part of it. In fact, some years, oh, heck, to be honest, most years now, they beat me to it.

But not today. I was first, David second. Kathy (because it represents family and tradition, that's why) was third and Michael, who got to bed late and actually saw the start of the snow, brought up the rear.

We're not crazy. It's tradition. That's our story and we're sticking to it.