It will be quite the sight if my mid-Atlantic coastal town wakes to the white stuff — or ice or both. We’re on the Maginot line of snow-ice, which I hope will hold up better than its namesake. My kids were little, chronologically and heightwise, the last time we experienced a heavy snow in this part of the States; fortunately, my youngest kid is now almost 6-foot and won’t sink up to chest-level (what a thought). I hope all stay safe from this storm, letting it be a calming indoor respite from the conflagrations up north, D.C. way, and in Minnesota. And then, in the days after this Freezapalooza I expect many of my fellow shell-shocked Americans collectively will return to urge ‘give us liberty or give us death,’ a hopeful “ask” that Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents will gleefully oblige from behind a gun.