STORM OF THE CENTURY 
 
Five below, ten below, I don’t even want to think about the twenty and thirty below days. Snow drifts, blowing snow, stuck on the road home (again). What am I doing in Montana in the winter? Why not go south, or at least move into town? Hole up with a good book; stop wandering around in the bad weather. Oh yeah, this is why.
 
 
 
 
 
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