[Rick Lee]

Well, when I was a kid, there was honor among snowball warriors. We fought hard, but when it was time to regroup or tend to the wounded, ceasefires were honored.

True story. I was once walking to the dining hall at my prep school in the dark when a snowball from far away grazed my nose. I picked up the very same snowball. actually iceball, and tossed it back to the group of shadows I thought had thrown it. I saw one figure fall down and I ran. A hour later I saw a kid walk into the dining hall with an ice pack on his stitched lip. The infirmary was right nextdoor. They never found me out, but I ran into that kid in a backyard party about 10 yrs. ago in VA and saw him again driving on the Beltway about a year ago.