Nothing epic, but one of my favorite winter memories was delivering pizza.

There was a house notorious for its pack of hostile dogs with no fence, no chains, no restraints of any kind. However, I’d figured out from a previous visit that the dogs were more bark than bite, and this time the ground was covered with a sheet of ice.

So I parked in the street, waited for the dogs to start running at my car, then threw the door open and shouted. They frantically tried to stop but kept slipping on the ice instead.

Best ice storm ever.