Random musings on my vagabond existence in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. Last weekend’s big snowstorm, and all the hullabaloo in the runup to it, put me in mind of the old days growing up in the 1960s and 1970s when foot-deep snowstorms were not the exception but the rule. Back then we went into winter expecting to get at least a couple big storms that would close roads and bring our rural Pennsylvania neighborhood to a standstill. It

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Rachael cleaning the last of the Sungold cherry tomatoes I was out in the garden yesterday afternoon clearing out the remains of this...