More NE firsts

Snow flew for the first time here on Sunday morning. It was pretty weak from an accumulation standpoint, maybe an inch of large fluffy flakes. Although the area's original inhabitants may have had multiple words for snow, my descriptors are limited to those used by the pilgrims, whose ancestral form of English had only one word for snow (Snowe). The E was silent, as we all know. But it is a little known fact that was also deadly, due to the fact that the small pox virus was carried to the New World in the bottom of a bottle of contaminated ink from China, which was subsequently unleashed upon the Americas when one of the pilgrims was quill pen blogging about the first winter. Had the E been left off the end of the word, the virus may never have become airborne, and hundreds of millions of lives might have been spared. But hey, we'd all be speaking Algonquin right now if it hadn't, so thanke Gode fore olde Englishe.