The other night we had our first big snowfall of the season, topping out a little over a foot. It's funny, I've been in Vermont long enough when that seems like such a blasé statement. It was only about a foot, no big whoop (to paraphrase the excellent Andy Burkhardt).
Here we were, about halfway through the storm, night was falling at the snow plow guy had just made the first of two runs. It is a homey little place.
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