Here we are, the morning of the third day of spring. As I type this, it’s 23 degrees here at The Compound. There are wrecks everywhere due to black ice. Yep, that sounds like spring time in the Ohio Valley.
I used to think that people didn't care what I thought. But I had an epiphany and decided that my insight was too great not to share with the worldwide web.
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