Call it global warming if you like, or maybe climate change, but this has been an odd winter in Richmond. The only real snow of the year started last Sunday midday and came down in wet clumps for hours, sagging telephone wires and tree limbs. As we should have expected, the cabin neighborhood lost power. We've designated Gotham as our safe house in case of emergencies -- it is bigger than a Cadillac-- so Rachel and Gabriel came over to spend the night. Antonia and Jonathan decided to ride things out in the cold. The next morning the power was still out in the neighborhood. Darien's school was canceled, so to prove her love has got to be real she made buttermilk waffles for our guests. I borrowed Peter's four-wheel drive and went to pick Antonia up for work. The main highway wasn't bad, but a large tree on Cherokee drove me back and I had to get in another way. At least the power crew was on hand, fixing the lines. By the next day, the snow was starting to fade away.