Back in Michigan...shiver, shiver

I am in Southfield, Michigan, visiting with my baby brother while his family is in California for a few days- and there is snow on the ground! And more snow coming! After that, it may snow. You know you have truly become a southerner when the thought of snow both excites and frightens you. When I lived here, the only exciting snow was the first of the winter, and none of them worried me. Now, I am watching the skies with just a bit of concern, which in a weird way amuses me and reminds me that this is not- and never will be again- my home. I like to joke that I was born a Yankee by mistake but it is true. My home is a little house in Tullahoma, Tennessee, which my kids, grandkids, and friends- to my great joy - make feel like Grand Central Station. Still, a big chunk of my family is still here in Michigan and there was a time that they were the transients in my grand central station. Paddy, my baby brother, lived with us for two years before we moved south. Now he is battling cancer and putting up one hell of a fight. He is as skinny as a rail and has good days and bad days- today, I fear, is shaping up to be a bad one- but I am not afraid for him. Never have been. However, he really can't be without some help at this point, which is what has brought me to Michigan in March. Watching for snow.