Stained and rotting snowbanks. Sideways rain that wants to turn to snow. Grey skies. Roads bleached with salt. Green and brown patches of snowplow scarred lawn start to show beneath the snow on the edges of driveways and parking lots. Mud season is coming fast. Just about here.  And not one of us in “The Real Upstate New York” are immune to the dullness of the local landscape and the ensuing mild depression that results. We are coming to the end of one of the longest ice fishing seasons we have had in years here in Upstate New York. It is not over (in factRead More →