Sitting at my computer in MKE, I stare jealously at the photo of AURORA immigrating to Arizona while outside my office window, Mother Nature is gently sifting flakes of snow upon the Service Berry Tree in the yard.  Lake Michigan, a mere couple of hundred yards away from where I sit, is boiling over the breakwaters but at least the ice has disappeared.  Maybe if I squint, my bad eyes will erase the snow showers.  I might be feeling nostalgic about Marina del Rey at the moment, so excuse my tear... oh wait... I think that's a snowflake in my eye.