I may not play in the snow as much as I did a couple of decades ago, but I’m still among those who enjoy a good old-fashioned blizzard. I’m not too keen about the shoveling, but heck, I could sit in an easy chair in front and happily watch the snow pile up for hours. So, while some might be raiding the local Hanny’s in search of the last pack of flashlight batteries or jug of water, I’m semi-eagerly awaiting the storm that will roll into Maine on Sunday, curious about how much of the white stuff we may actually get. A foot?