The Way Life Is
The best thing about winter in Maine is the people.
Donnie Mullen
On a bitter January night we trot to the car. It’s too early to state publicly that we’re tired of the cold, but spouse-to-spouse, anything goes.
“My nose hair is frozen,” Erin complains.
“Whose idea was this?” I yell into my collar.
Although my wife provided the rally call, neither one of us wants to leave [for the rest of this story, see the February 2008 issue of Down East]
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