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Once, I made mention of my dislike for a snowstorm we received that was measured in feet, rather than inches. After crafting my opinion on MySpace (yes, it was a while ago), I was posed a simple question from a friend, which I never spoke with otherwise: Why do you live in New Hampshire if you don’t like snow? Although it’s one great question, I didn’t have one great answer. I had 20. It was easier, however, to appease my friend with generic small talk, and move on with my shoveling and grumbling.

Nearly 15 years later, only a few things have changed: 1. Facebook is now the choice platform in which one may opine about anything, and then be questioned, berated and excoriated for having such an opinion, and 2. I still don’t much care for winter. I try to make the most of it, I suppose. I don the snowplow on the truck before every storm, hit the ski areas once in a while, and even try my hand at ice fishing.