We lived in Boston for a few years and, after shoveling and blowing mountains of snow while braving bitterly cold temperatures, we decided to head south, leaving many dear friends behind. Well, we’re thinking of all of you today as you dig out from Nemo’s wrath. Also, I thought I’d help out by giving you a few minutes away from the cold, drifting snow.
So, crank up the thermostats to 80, put on your best shorts, sunglasses, and flip-flops, and pretend you’re with me. Come on down!