No new reviews today, I'm afraid. Just a few lines of bitter mumbling from a severely displaced Californian dealing with multiple feet of snowfall. I loves me the white stuff for a week or two in December (there's nothing quite like an authentic White Christmas, especially when you realize that Bing Crosby had the Spokane region in mind when he recalled "the ones I used to know".) But when a few days of winter beauty turns into week upon week of sub-freezing mercury and yard high walls of ice at the end of your driveway, it really makes this city boy want to take the midnight train going anywhere.
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