Throw another log on the fire.

Friday’s coming to stay.

My grandfather had a saying on snow that, as an adult, I have come to agree with quite strongly.

“I only need three snows each year. The first one, the last one, and one on Christmas. If all three come on the same day, even better.”

A month or so ago, I found myself wishing out loud for snow, which we usually don’t get too much of here in Louisville—at l…

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