every year, right about this time i start asking myself if i'm full bore, bat#$%* crazy for wanting to live up north in the rustbelt again. it's 34 and raning as hard as a summertime thundershower, likely going to freeze really good tonight too. it's funny, when i was growing up in connecticut then vermont, i LIVED for winter, i skied, i had an old radio flyer sled and the owner of the local golf course, who was a good friend of my dad, would let us ride our toboggans down the bigassed hills (as long as we didnt use anything with runners) not much better in life than a pint of MR Bostons blackberry brandy in your jacket pocket riding the toboggans until your extremities were numb. NOW you cant pay me to go out in the cold, wet weather unless it was for something important like kitty litter, toilet tissue or beer. Winter sucks!
