One of the cool things about the weather in Los Angeles is that snow in the
winter is a purely optional affair. It never (OK, I heard it snowed in 1935
or something) snows in the city, but the local mountains, not 30 minutes
away from some parts of the city, always get a good complement of snow in
the winter. Therefore, we never get snow dumped on our houses and cars, but
we're free to go up into the mountains to ski or sled or whatever. In
essence, we go to the snow; it does not come to us.
(Nevertheless, I am one of the few people here who can't stand the endless
sunshine. It's finally been raining the past couple of weeks, and I couldn't
be happier about the weather.)
Adam
