In 1988, Virginia Tech, I went to class one day in short sleeves. In the middle of class, the professor stops and stares agog out the window. Snow was coming down in quarter-sized flakes. This was weird weather even for tech. By the time that class was over, the snowstorm had let up, the sun was out, and most everything had melted. (FYI, that was the same year that it rained every Tuesday and Thursday at 3pm.)
I've gotten onto the tax train. Now I have to ride it into the station. Step 1: gather my information.