Yesterday morning as we were talking with former Fred's News regular, Dave Seatter, he said he awoke to the season's first snow fall. That's a tad bit on the early side! Looking on the positive side of the situation, if one's believes the old wives' tale, your only going to get eight storms this season. Not bad. It been chilly here during the day and downright cold during the night. Much like the old furnace in the bowels of Fred's News, sucking up it's daily dose of heating oil, our little system down here is helping to stuff the coffer's of Lakeland Electric!
During this cold snap I would appreciated a steaming cup of exquisitely brewed Fred's News coffee. We have tried and tried but without that precious water,yes, the coffee sucks! I do hate that term,only using it when it is truly appropriate. The water on this peninsula, sucks. Even Dunkin Donuts is not the same. I do believe I have lamented over this a number times, sometimes all one needs to do is whine a bit to feel better.
As we walked about the community last evening, jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers, some of our returning neighbors from the north were out and about, shorts, a long sleeve shirt, to hold the chilly night at bay and yes, the beloved flip-flops. Mrs. G's granddaughter, Jordan's philosophy is practiced daily down here..."No snow, flip-flops a go!"
During the cold weather in Connecticut, soups of all kinds were served daily at Fred's News. There is something about a cup of steaming hot soup that is quite comforting. Much like a cup of coffee, one can lean over the bowl, breathing in the warm steamy aroma, wrapping your icy hands around the bowl, knowing in just a few moments, your inner being will once again be warmed. Truly comfort food!
Recently Bill and Marie formerly of Baltic, now residing in Norwich, sent me a message via facebook. Would I give them the recipe for Fred's News Tortellini Soup? Absolutely! After breaking down the large quantities, they surely didn't need a soup pot to feed twenty-five, I was ready to send it. An very appreciative, Marie responded with a large "Thank You." The seed planted in my mind, the Egg-Nazi asks questioningly, "Have you thought about what's for supper?" Without missing a beat, a hint of chill in the air, "Let's have Tortellini Soup!" was my very smug reply. "Mmm Mmm good, great idea, hadn't thought about that for a long time." Mr. Bill replied, smacking his lips. Thanks Bill and Marie, it's our secret!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
A Constant Place: Are we having fun yet!
A Constant Place: Are we having fun yet!: "Thirty-nine degrees this morning. Did I just wake up from a long sleep and I am in Connecticut? First of all, when I awoke, it was light ou..."
Are we having fun yet!
Thirty-nine degrees this morning. Did I just wake up from a long sleep and I am in Connecticut? First of all, when I awoke, it was light out. Second, just for the record, I was up at 7:30. That means a number of things. One, I actually received five hours of sleep, thanks to that "Fall back thing". Yes, we changed the clock meaning it was 2:30am when I went to bed. I returned home at 3:00am, which was really 2:00am, now you see why I wasn't even sure what day it was. Two days off, then I begin my two weeks as the opening manager, meaning up at the time I have been going to bed for the past month. There again the solitude of the drive and the early morning quiet are actually quite peaceful. Much like the early mornings of Fred's News, it gives me time to think, clear the cob webs, arriving at my location, entering the world of magical dreams and fairy tales. As I walk up the long driveway to the Lodge, I catch a glimpse of two white tailed deer munching the shrubs bordering the walkway, oblivious to humans, they continue with "breakfast", knowing the area will soon swarm with people, thrilled to see the wildlife but not so thrilling for the wildlife. My favorite comment, Hey lady, Bambi is outside eating!" Really!
Hunting season is again in full swing up north. Don't follow it too much down here, after all this area of Florida seems to be one big lake, with numerous little island, all connected by bridges and waterways. Fishing gets top billing here. Lots of fish I've never heard of and fishing gear that could put a person in the poor-house. Go to the new and improved local Walmart, three quarters of the sporting goods department is about fishing, the other quarter hunting. Throw in a few other sports equipment, and you are done! If you prefer "other" sports equipment, one must visit the specialty stores! Much the same for food...no local coffee shop that is a one stop place...Fred's News would thrive here.
Mr. Bill decided to cook breakfast today, bacon and eggs. "How many eggs would you like dear?" Why does that man ask! He never listens, much as he never paid attention to requests at Fred's. Just because he can eat three or four eggs, he thinks everyone can. Better yet, "They don't, why not?" he questions innocently enough. OMG "The world according to Mr. Bill." He thinks I have tunnel vision, I don't know what to call his quirks! Of course breakfast was excellent, not much has changed, he cooks, I clean up the mess....sounds about right! Today, while buying groceries, someone had dropped a bottle of syrup. Although plastic, it cracked, syrup, slowly oozing onto the floor. Flashback to the Saturday morning at Fred's, controlled chaos in the place, I break a syrup container,splashing the contents all over the side of the Egg-Nazi. Thankfully, not hurt, slightly annoyed, no time to clean up, Mr. Bill continues to cook. Solution: large cardboard box, flattened, laid carefully on the syrup, allowing no further contamination, cooking could go on uninterrupted. Four hours later, the whirlwind ends, we begin the tedious task of cleanup. Not one bit of that G-damn syrup had been absorbed into the box, the more you tried, the more it spread. Kind of like cleaning up a dozen eggs broken all over the place. Finally, detergent, plenty of it, super hot water, numerous rinse jobs, no more sticky!! I'm happy, kids cleaning are thrilled that's over....The Egg-Nazi, not so happy. All the syrup that had splashed onto his pants leg, totally absorbed by the fabric. Now he tells me, we could of used his pants to cleanup all that crap. He's even happier,as he changes his pants, the dried syrup acting much like a hot-wax job on the leg hair... NICE!
Hunting season is again in full swing up north. Don't follow it too much down here, after all this area of Florida seems to be one big lake, with numerous little island, all connected by bridges and waterways. Fishing gets top billing here. Lots of fish I've never heard of and fishing gear that could put a person in the poor-house. Go to the new and improved local Walmart, three quarters of the sporting goods department is about fishing, the other quarter hunting. Throw in a few other sports equipment, and you are done! If you prefer "other" sports equipment, one must visit the specialty stores! Much the same for food...no local coffee shop that is a one stop place...Fred's News would thrive here.
Mr. Bill decided to cook breakfast today, bacon and eggs. "How many eggs would you like dear?" Why does that man ask! He never listens, much as he never paid attention to requests at Fred's. Just because he can eat three or four eggs, he thinks everyone can. Better yet, "They don't, why not?" he questions innocently enough. OMG "The world according to Mr. Bill." He thinks I have tunnel vision, I don't know what to call his quirks! Of course breakfast was excellent, not much has changed, he cooks, I clean up the mess....sounds about right! Today, while buying groceries, someone had dropped a bottle of syrup. Although plastic, it cracked, syrup, slowly oozing onto the floor. Flashback to the Saturday morning at Fred's, controlled chaos in the place, I break a syrup container,splashing the contents all over the side of the Egg-Nazi. Thankfully, not hurt, slightly annoyed, no time to clean up, Mr. Bill continues to cook. Solution: large cardboard box, flattened, laid carefully on the syrup, allowing no further contamination, cooking could go on uninterrupted. Four hours later, the whirlwind ends, we begin the tedious task of cleanup. Not one bit of that G-damn syrup had been absorbed into the box, the more you tried, the more it spread. Kind of like cleaning up a dozen eggs broken all over the place. Finally, detergent, plenty of it, super hot water, numerous rinse jobs, no more sticky!! I'm happy, kids cleaning are thrilled that's over....The Egg-Nazi, not so happy. All the syrup that had splashed onto his pants leg, totally absorbed by the fabric. Now he tells me, we could of used his pants to cleanup all that crap. He's even happier,as he changes his pants, the dried syrup acting much like a hot-wax job on the leg hair... NICE!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Leaving the Confines of Home!
As I drove home at 2:00 AM this morning, contemplating my next blog, I was truly amazed at the traffic on Interstate 4. Does anybody sleep? My usual solitude, broken by bright lights in the rear view mirror, I take it personal if someone passes me. Yes, I love speed, but I don't risk life and limb for it, just like to go fast, windows open, breezes flowing throughout the car. Last night, tired, windows closed, heat on, no radio blaring,I am trying to focus. It was Alaska cold for Florida, about forty-two degrees and I couldn't get home fast enough. Last week, ninety degrees, today, a brutally chilly wind. I guess all the snow-birds from Canada and the northern plains states brought it with them.
Not only the snow birds are arriving here in Florida, Two young men from Baltic, now call Florida home. Adam is currently participating in Disney's College Program, working as a cook at Epcot. Coming from the small village of Baltic, at one time a predominately French-Canadian village, I find it ironic Adam is cooking at the Le Cellier restaurant, located at Canada in the World Showcase. Son Mark and I always joke, we belong to a unique club. Disney cast members all wear name tags with just their first names. Just beneath the name, your hometown or current place of residence, your preference. Both Mark and I proudly wear Baltic, Connecticut. Hopefully we have added a new member to our ranks! Even as a young child, Adam often visited Fred's News with either family or friends. In his early years, he lived just around the block from the restaurant. As a teen, he moved just a few miles up the road into the Town of Franklin. One of my current Cast Members asked, "How does he get to work at Canada, he doesn't come from Canada?" True, usually culinary Cast Members work where they are needed. Since Adam is in Culinary School, it might have been his preference. I joked, living in Baltic, having a French-Canadian heritage, he is a definite qualifier! The Egg-Nazi and I look forward to visiting Adam at Epcot.
As a teenager, Craig (Craiger, our nickname for him), worked side by side with us at Fred's News. Perhaps one of the most respectful and gentle spirited teenagers, Craig is missed. Fondly called Mr. Pan, by his family, I understand how much they will miss him. Craig, heading to North Palm Beach, Jupiter Hills Country Club as a seasoned chef. On weekend mornings at Freds, Craig mostly the Egg-Nazi's right hand man during the incredible crush of patrons, showed a passion for foods. He watched, absorbed, increasing his passion, knowing his chosen path, not an easy road. Thinking he would never be admitted to Culinary School, Craig persevered, getting accepted at one of the most prestigious. Family, friends, Mr. Bill and I all part of his cheer leading team. Congratulations to Craiger,now is the time to soar. Admirable, he has chosen a less travelled path, hoping to build new roads to his future. Perhaps a mini trip to North Palm Beach is in our future!
Not only the snow birds are arriving here in Florida, Two young men from Baltic, now call Florida home. Adam is currently participating in Disney's College Program, working as a cook at Epcot. Coming from the small village of Baltic, at one time a predominately French-Canadian village, I find it ironic Adam is cooking at the Le Cellier restaurant, located at Canada in the World Showcase. Son Mark and I always joke, we belong to a unique club. Disney cast members all wear name tags with just their first names. Just beneath the name, your hometown or current place of residence, your preference. Both Mark and I proudly wear Baltic, Connecticut. Hopefully we have added a new member to our ranks! Even as a young child, Adam often visited Fred's News with either family or friends. In his early years, he lived just around the block from the restaurant. As a teen, he moved just a few miles up the road into the Town of Franklin. One of my current Cast Members asked, "How does he get to work at Canada, he doesn't come from Canada?" True, usually culinary Cast Members work where they are needed. Since Adam is in Culinary School, it might have been his preference. I joked, living in Baltic, having a French-Canadian heritage, he is a definite qualifier! The Egg-Nazi and I look forward to visiting Adam at Epcot.
As a teenager, Craig (Craiger, our nickname for him), worked side by side with us at Fred's News. Perhaps one of the most respectful and gentle spirited teenagers, Craig is missed. Fondly called Mr. Pan, by his family, I understand how much they will miss him. Craig, heading to North Palm Beach, Jupiter Hills Country Club as a seasoned chef. On weekend mornings at Freds, Craig mostly the Egg-Nazi's right hand man during the incredible crush of patrons, showed a passion for foods. He watched, absorbed, increasing his passion, knowing his chosen path, not an easy road. Thinking he would never be admitted to Culinary School, Craig persevered, getting accepted at one of the most prestigious. Family, friends, Mr. Bill and I all part of his cheer leading team. Congratulations to Craiger,now is the time to soar. Admirable, he has chosen a less travelled path, hoping to build new roads to his future. Perhaps a mini trip to North Palm Beach is in our future!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
We Look Good!
Just about twenty eight years ago, I had to say goodbye to one of my closest friends. Because of her heartbreaking divorce, she and her three young children were heading back to California. Maryann felt she needed to be near family. She was right, but it was an extremely "tough pill" to swallow. Friends for less than ten years, we had seen, shared and endured some tough times. Maryann, a Navy wife had moved clear across this country to be near her husband. At the time our friendship began, she had a baby girl, Michelle, with another on the way. Matthew, my only child at the time, just a toddler. Both young mothers, our conversations began at the old Baltic Laundromat. Our interests much the same, we became fast friends. Acting as the hostess of an imaginary "welcome wagon", Maryann, husband and daughter soon became well acquainted with the little village of Baltic and the surrounding towns. We walked toddlers to Fred's News, enjoying a quick coffee and some penny candy, never dreaming, someday, the place would be mine. Their preference would have been Navy housing in Groton, but there were none available. Eventually they would move, first to New London, were we would visit, but Maryann and I would talk via phone calls everyday. As young Moms we had much to learn and share. Soon housing would become available and off to Groton they moved, the friendship enduring. Both our marriages taking a turn for the worse, Maryann now having three children, myself two. We were each others' rocks. No one allowed a bad day, getting together as often as we could. Maryann getting involved in the Sunday school program at the Sub base, now being run by none other than the Sisters of Charity. Maryann would make the trek to Baltic, often, during the school year, helping out at St. Joseph's school sports events.
Divorces now behind us, time to get on with our lives. Unfortunately, Maryann opting to return home to California. Our friendship continuing. Phone calls, letters,photos, holiday updates, new careers, new romance in our lives, we shared it all. Yet, never did our paths cross. Yes, we tried, we planned, but obligations first. Computers made our lives easier and quicker. We joked as we both hit forty, how "WE LOOK GOOD!", still wanting to visit each other. Bill and I had gone cross country at one point, trying to surprise Maryann. We were on vacation, hoping to fit the surprise visit in. Maryann and Jim, sailing off Catalina Island, never knowing we were in the area. A few years later, Maryann's daughter, Michelle ready to be married, yes, I am going to the wedding. Plans made, health problems stood in the way. Letter, emails, photos, holiday updates continued.
October 29th, my friend, Maryann and husband Jim,to my surprise, showed up at Disney. I knew they would be in Florida, for only a short period of time, but again problems were keeping us from meeting. Knowing they only had a few hours before they would return to California, Maryann determined headed for Wilderness Lodge. Only a couple hours of visitation, the years apart reviewed, now realizing how much I miss my dear friend, determined the time between visits will not be as long as the first. Our departing words, "DAMN WE LOOK GOOD!"
Divorces now behind us, time to get on with our lives. Unfortunately, Maryann opting to return home to California. Our friendship continuing. Phone calls, letters,photos, holiday updates, new careers, new romance in our lives, we shared it all. Yet, never did our paths cross. Yes, we tried, we planned, but obligations first. Computers made our lives easier and quicker. We joked as we both hit forty, how "WE LOOK GOOD!", still wanting to visit each other. Bill and I had gone cross country at one point, trying to surprise Maryann. We were on vacation, hoping to fit the surprise visit in. Maryann and Jim, sailing off Catalina Island, never knowing we were in the area. A few years later, Maryann's daughter, Michelle ready to be married, yes, I am going to the wedding. Plans made, health problems stood in the way. Letter, emails, photos, holiday updates continued.
October 29th, my friend, Maryann and husband Jim,to my surprise, showed up at Disney. I knew they would be in Florida, for only a short period of time, but again problems were keeping us from meeting. Knowing they only had a few hours before they would return to California, Maryann determined headed for Wilderness Lodge. Only a couple hours of visitation, the years apart reviewed, now realizing how much I miss my dear friend, determined the time between visits will not be as long as the first. Our departing words, "DAMN WE LOOK GOOD!"
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Poop dee-do!
Yesterday, in passing conversation, Mr. Bill asked.....How the hell do you come up with these little tidbits. Simply put, I have no idea. All this and more continuously flood my mind. Some pertain to Fred's News, others, nope, nadda, not really. Image drifting off to sleep, allowing the dreams to begin, circling round and round between fantasy and reality. That is my mind even as I lay wide awake, analyzing my day, my life and the lives of those I love and cherish. But, it doesn't end there, my journeys, some taken, some beckoning, waiting for me to breathe life into them. On every road I have travelled, even the new and uncharted, I try to make each unique and exciting, joking that even the mundane holds a tale to be told. Much like Mr. Bill and his uncanny timing and delivery of a joke, just give me a name,place or whatever...my imagination will turn it into a moment, locking it away only to reboot and surface when least expected. Unlike my devoted life partner and soul mate, my timing, well let's just say...it sucks! Ain't that poetic!
My sons always say "Mom, get to the point for Christ's sake!" Okay, yesterday, Halloween, loads of candy, little kids, cute costumes, more candy, more cute kids, more candy, hyper on sugar kids, more candy, screaming little kids, parents trying to calm down, crazed on sugar-over tired kids. I am hobbling to the pool bar (foot healing well), because they have called me, announcing, "We need more candy!" Dear God...please no more candy. So....as I hobble by the pool, I see a cute little kid who then says..(this is the God's truth),"Lady I think somebody pooped in the kiddie pool!" Nice! Actually, I alerted the life guard, called custodial, everybody out of the pool ( thankfully only the kiddie pool). Now, as I wait for custodial, my mind drifts to some of the sick Fred's News conversations. Jimmy as toast person, Alex and Patrick taking orders, joking with Mr. Bill about farts, their intensity (determined by what you consumed the previous evening) and other bodily functions, Their favorite topic, after women, "stink pickles!" .Every day I thank God the hood fan at Fred's News, masked the conversations as well as the sounds and smells their bodies emitted, resulting from over indulgence in beer the previous night. So, I am getting to the point in a very long and roundabout way. As I stand at the edge of the kiddie pool, observing the foreign object at the bottom, my imagination beginning to rebel, not listening as I try to focus on the moment, drifts into the" Baby Ruth in pool" joke, told numerous times in Fred's News. Considering all the G-damn candy that has passed through the hands of the masses today, one can only hope that is what is lying in the center of the kiddie pool. As the sun was already setting, the coolness of the evening sending a chill into the few remaining guests waiting to see just what the foreign object actually was, a very tired and irritated young mom approached me. "I am so sorry" she apologizes, "my son just told me, he thought it would be funny to throw a small candy bar into the pool." His father, is making him apologize this very moment to the life guards." I asked the young lady where she hailed from. If only for a moment, I feared she knew the sick group that once called Fred's News home. Foreign object retrieved...identified...a Butterfinger....not the dreaded "Stink Pickle" as I had feared.
My sons always say "Mom, get to the point for Christ's sake!" Okay, yesterday, Halloween, loads of candy, little kids, cute costumes, more candy, more cute kids, more candy, hyper on sugar kids, more candy, screaming little kids, parents trying to calm down, crazed on sugar-over tired kids. I am hobbling to the pool bar (foot healing well), because they have called me, announcing, "We need more candy!" Dear God...please no more candy. So....as I hobble by the pool, I see a cute little kid who then says..(this is the God's truth),"Lady I think somebody pooped in the kiddie pool!" Nice! Actually, I alerted the life guard, called custodial, everybody out of the pool ( thankfully only the kiddie pool). Now, as I wait for custodial, my mind drifts to some of the sick Fred's News conversations. Jimmy as toast person, Alex and Patrick taking orders, joking with Mr. Bill about farts, their intensity (determined by what you consumed the previous evening) and other bodily functions, Their favorite topic, after women, "stink pickles!" .Every day I thank God the hood fan at Fred's News, masked the conversations as well as the sounds and smells their bodies emitted, resulting from over indulgence in beer the previous night. So, I am getting to the point in a very long and roundabout way. As I stand at the edge of the kiddie pool, observing the foreign object at the bottom, my imagination beginning to rebel, not listening as I try to focus on the moment, drifts into the" Baby Ruth in pool" joke, told numerous times in Fred's News. Considering all the G-damn candy that has passed through the hands of the masses today, one can only hope that is what is lying in the center of the kiddie pool. As the sun was already setting, the coolness of the evening sending a chill into the few remaining guests waiting to see just what the foreign object actually was, a very tired and irritated young mom approached me. "I am so sorry" she apologizes, "my son just told me, he thought it would be funny to throw a small candy bar into the pool." His father, is making him apologize this very moment to the life guards." I asked the young lady where she hailed from. If only for a moment, I feared she knew the sick group that once called Fred's News home. Foreign object retrieved...identified...a Butterfinger....not the dreaded "Stink Pickle" as I had feared.
Monday, November 1, 2010
It's November...
November first and Mr. Bill announces, "fifty five more days to Christmas!" This will be our fourth holiday season in Florida, time, now traveling at warp speed. I believe he was getting around to the conversation, "three years ago we were packing up the moving truck, saying goodbye amidst tears, laughter, chaos and uncertainty." Memories still haunt me, can't find everything yet. Our home in Baltic was chocked full, but I knew where everything was. We still joke and say, "shouldn't of left that in Connecticut, didn't think we would have a need for that....or as a very good friend once said...."oh my, we won't be needing this anymore!"
Today I made a trip to the local Walmart, sounds rather idiotic considering there are about five of them within a fifteen mile radius of our home. So, which is local? Regardless, yesterday the garden center area, was all about Halloween, top to bottom, every available spot was devoted to goblins, ghouls, pumpkins and everything you always wanted or didn't really need to make your Halloween ":special!" Today there are a half dozen shelves, filled and overfilled with Halloween bargains...buy for next year. For God sake it's like December 26th just the wrong holiday. What happened to the cornucopias, little pilgrims, overstuffed decorative turkeys and all the other stuff associated with the next major holiday that comes in twenty something more days, before the big one in just fifty five days. What are all these ramblings about?...Mr. Bill eagerly asks. I was scouring the bargain aisle at the "local" Walmart, looking for some Fall decorations for the next major holiday, Thanksgiving of course, lamenting that had I been more proactive and foreseen the future, I would have packed up all the pretty Fall decorations we had at Fred's News. Now they are mere dust collectors, lying in box, unused, probably never to be seen again by those that appreciate their beauty. I know, buy new ones...nah, not the same. They were unique, pretty and made many friends and acquaintances, happy. Besides, the ones on sale today at 50-75% off, still cost more than the extra special ones, purchased for Fred's brand spanking NEW!!! What irks the most, they are no longer appreciated or their value understood and have probably been incinerated or chewed on by mice.
Walmart had decorations for the holiday in fifty five days.....did you know that pink is the color of some Christmas trees? Dear God, silver, ugly as it is, just happens to be beautiful compared to a PINK Christmas tree! If I go there tomorrow and there is a PINK flamingo, I am going to really be pissed off!!! Ironically, Floridians love their holiday season, going above and beyond re-creating what the northern climates experience naturally. After having just heard the weather forecast for the upcoming weekend, forty degrees is being forecasted as the overnight lows. I really didn't want to be reminded of Connecticut in that particular fashion.
Today I made a trip to the local Walmart, sounds rather idiotic considering there are about five of them within a fifteen mile radius of our home. So, which is local? Regardless, yesterday the garden center area, was all about Halloween, top to bottom, every available spot was devoted to goblins, ghouls, pumpkins and everything you always wanted or didn't really need to make your Halloween ":special!" Today there are a half dozen shelves, filled and overfilled with Halloween bargains...buy for next year. For God sake it's like December 26th just the wrong holiday. What happened to the cornucopias, little pilgrims, overstuffed decorative turkeys and all the other stuff associated with the next major holiday that comes in twenty something more days, before the big one in just fifty five days. What are all these ramblings about?...Mr. Bill eagerly asks. I was scouring the bargain aisle at the "local" Walmart, looking for some Fall decorations for the next major holiday, Thanksgiving of course, lamenting that had I been more proactive and foreseen the future, I would have packed up all the pretty Fall decorations we had at Fred's News. Now they are mere dust collectors, lying in box, unused, probably never to be seen again by those that appreciate their beauty. I know, buy new ones...nah, not the same. They were unique, pretty and made many friends and acquaintances, happy. Besides, the ones on sale today at 50-75% off, still cost more than the extra special ones, purchased for Fred's brand spanking NEW!!! What irks the most, they are no longer appreciated or their value understood and have probably been incinerated or chewed on by mice.
Walmart had decorations for the holiday in fifty five days.....did you know that pink is the color of some Christmas trees? Dear God, silver, ugly as it is, just happens to be beautiful compared to a PINK Christmas tree! If I go there tomorrow and there is a PINK flamingo, I am going to really be pissed off!!! Ironically, Floridians love their holiday season, going above and beyond re-creating what the northern climates experience naturally. After having just heard the weather forecast for the upcoming weekend, forty degrees is being forecasted as the overnight lows. I really didn't want to be reminded of Connecticut in that particular fashion.
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