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January 15, 2017

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fwiw: How I was raised (in northeastern Wisconsin) is that you can joke about the cold and snow, but you can't complain about it or allow it to control your voluntary behavior. And you can drink. :) Hang in there.

That seems like a good rule of thumb, servetus!

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