There is one little four-letter word that strikes fear into my heart and those of my fellow Texans.  I have come to loathe this word.  The sheer mention of it will induce spasms of dread. 

Snow.

The “s” word.  Those puffy white flakes are my worst enemy - for good reason.

When I first came to Notre Dame, native Ohioans warned me of the sheer amount of lake effect snow, but I took no heed of their warnings.  I thought to myself, “How beautiful! A winter wonderland!”