My Magical Mystery Tour
Returning from a business trip to Vermont, I decided to visit an old friend in Worcester, MA. Assuming I was aware of an impending severe snowstorm headed his direction, I blithely accepted his wishes for a good journey. Well, the snow arrived with me, 
and I spent the next 36 hours catching up with Mark and his lovely wife, Laurie, over food, spirits and a warm fire. This was a soft, powdery snow that piled up 3"-4" an hour--one that made me recall the winters of my childhood in Chicago. When the snow stopped, I bade them farewell and drove to Virginia through the night with a full moon guiding my way. With the fresh blanket of snow, it was magical.
Later, we mustered the necessary courage and ventured out to save any stranded or lost souls. Ha! I borrowed a pair of boots from Mark with higher gaiters than my own. The streets were slick from the many passes of a snow plow. The snow was beautiful with the trees taking on almost a mystical quality, then..........SPLAT! Moral: always test borrowed equipment, no matter the banality of the excursion.
and I spent the next 36 hours catching up with Mark and his lovely wife, Laurie, over food, spirits and a warm fire. This was a soft, powdery snow that piled up 3"-4" an hour--one that made me recall the winters of my childhood in Chicago. When the snow stopped, I bade them farewell and drove to Virginia through the night with a full moon guiding my way. With the fresh blanket of snow, it was magical.
Later, we mustered the necessary courage and ventured out to save any stranded or lost souls. Ha! I borrowed a pair of boots from Mark with higher gaiters than my own. The streets were slick from the many passes of a snow plow. The snow was beautiful with the trees taking on almost a mystical quality, then..........SPLAT! Moral: always test borrowed equipment, no matter the banality of the excursion.
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