Even more snow

     Nobody I know thought it was possible, especially given the overall climate trends we’ve seen over the past ten years or so – not to mention the unmistakable fractiousness of our townspeople- but we in the Bustling Burg of Babbling Brooks are unified in our utter fed-up-ness with snow. We live in Fed-Up-Istan. Without a constitution. Even Margie from the ski hill, whose very daily bread depends on snow was heard to say that it could stop now. I’m hoarse from shouting at the sky to just stop, stop, stop it with the snow, even though I am, as you all know, a fairly avid winter enthusiast. We had another foot and a half this week. Not only that but every freakin’ day just after I hang up the snow Continue reading

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