Commentary
By Karl Frisch
I grew up in Los Angeles, so the notion of living in or around snow was romantic — the thing of movies. Living in Washington, D.C., this past week has proven to be something entirely different.
Don’t get me wrong, the calm quiet brought to my neighborhood by several feet of fresh powder blanketing the streets and sidewalks made for some amazing photos and an impromptu snowball fight or two.
It’s…






