The fog was so thick this morning that it was like a curtain. The shoulders of Route 8 were thick and white. The fog was pretty thick on the way home as well. It was 55 F, which explains the fog. At least there weren't any 100 year old ghosts of lepers, seeking revenge for their murder. That's about the best thing I can say about this winter. The Winter of '15 will long be remembered as a brutal one.
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