Recently, I've realized that I tend to think of being able to see the grass and dirt and everything as nature's 'natural' condition, and things being covered with snow as something wrong...almost like a wound. And I'm getting the feeling that this is going to be one of those winters where that wound never quite heals...just as it seems to be getting a bit beter, bam, another storm comes along and dumps a few more inches.
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My Life as a Nontraditional Ticket Reallocation Specialist. "Do not -- repeat, do not -- call me a scalper." Seems like a pretty good deal for all involved, actually.