Read his debut: The snowmen melteth.
In the front yards of homes all over Greater Memphis, the last vestiges of Friday's 3 to 5 inches of snowfall were thawing to death.
Wind and sun and 50-degree temperatures had sculpted some into inaccessible pieces of modern art. Others looked like white zombies, frozen in mid-stagger.
Tuesday afternoon, many were mere lumps of ice, their mortal coil resembling ancient gravestones -- with no engraving for identity.
In some yards, the only remnants were the carrots, hats and twigs meant to personify the ephemeral population that came to life for a few brief days. It was the biggest snow some of the youngest citizens around these parts had seen, and they and their parents had taken advantage.
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