One morning when I was walking to work, I slipped on some ice and did one of those attempted corrections. My right foot went up in front of me, somewhere near my stomach, but, rather than pitching backward, my left foot compensated to hold me to the ground. But on the icy sidewalk my left foot slipped backward, propelling me forward, and I fell face-first into a snowbank on the front lawn of my neighbour Mr Wyznicki’s house. Literally face-first. I was up to my neck in snow. I pictured myself, my head buried in the snow, my ass sticking…