Talking weird... we went down to Lakehurst this morning to talk to the funeral director, and about halfway there we realized that there was almost no snow to be seen. Apparently some kind of warm front slid up the Jersey Shore from the south right in the middle of the storm and then sat there, turning all the snow south of Freehold into rain instead.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.