23rd
March
2010
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No sense in rushing towards a change of seasons around here. I mean, even if this is the closest we’ve had to May in March since I moved to the city, and even if the law now permits changing the winter tires out for something less cumbersome, this is the great white North. By lunch time, the ground was covered; by quitting time, I wished for my mitts.
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