Snow, ice, and shortsightedness got me into dire predicaments, and kind strangers helped me — Last year, I spent a week, December 22 to 28, at the Spokane Valley home of a longtime friend, Natasha, her two teenage sons, and her second husband, Albert¹. Aside from being hours late departing and consequentially being delayed in bumper-to-bumper traffic by the start of a snow storm as…