http://www.madison.com/tct/opinion/index.php?ntid=72359As winters get milder, let's speak up on warming
By Scott Spoolman
When I was young, the sound of winter winds howling at night made me glad to be safe and warm. Yet I revered the wind and what it proclaimed the ferocious grip of winter just outside the window.
I grew up in the 1960s and '70s in northwestern Wisconsin where temperatures could plunge to minus 40 degrees. Schools would close for the cold or for frequent blizzards. Snow piled up throughout the season, often well into March.
We loved winter with its unique sports and other challenges. One sub-zero night under a full moon, I hiked up to a high wooded ridge behind our house. There I saw much of my hometown asleep in its valley beneath a spray of stars. Moonlight glinted off icy tree branches. The night was utterly silent. I'll never forget that sight my little town hibernating in the dead of winter.
Thirty years later, one mid-winter night after putting my children to bed in my parents' home, I walked out the back door and took a breath of moist air. Pulling up my hood, I cursed the clouded sky. Inside, my kids were hearing not a howling blizzard thrashing the window, but raindrops tapping on the pane.