Hello fellow writer. Happy Account Anniversary. I read your introduction and pleas to peruse your poetry, but I noticed this short story and, well, I became distracted. The idea of a snowman in New Orleans intrigued me. The ol' curiosity was aroused and here I am composing a review. So, the narrator indulged a habit of hanging around with snowmen, speaking snow persons, and created a rapport. I cannot fathom conversing with one. I also never realized that these creatures harbored a wish to travel and that Fred opted to visit New Orleans. On the one hand travelling South for a change of pace and scenery seems feasible. Why can Fred not be adventurous? Alas, his was not a constitution for Louisiana heat. Poor Fred met his end, his demise far from home. Thanks for sharing.