They ride along beside a frozen lake

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I'd have posted this much earlier in the day if I were the sort of person who has internet on my phone, but I was shoveling out the ice shelf that used to be my mother's car at the time and then I came inside and made grilled cheese and fell over slightly for a couple of hours:

A pair of strangers just skied down my street.

THAT IS NOT NORMAL.

(I hope tomorrow does not involve the same quantity of shoveling as today.)

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One thing I remember about the blizzard 78 were the teams of skiers delivering medicines and other vitals. Shades of the Iditarod.

Nine

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One thing I remember about the blizzard 78 were the teams of skiers delivering medicines and other vitals.

Apparently the buses were running as far as the Red Line, but my father walked the seven miles from Harvard to Beacon Hill in order to bring supplies to my snowed-in aunt Naomi in 1978. (Hence the line in "Being Providence," which is not fiction.) I am told she moved for non-environmental reasons, but I also notice that my aunt Naomi never came back from California after that.