Rural life in Vermont.
Had many many many snow days.
Wood was lugged. Snow was shoveled.
Hot meals carried by cross-country skies (“Cant I use the ski-do?” “No, you’ll spill it and waste gas!”)
To elderly neighbors. Believe me when I tell you, the kids I hung with and myself were happy to go back to school to rest up.
Anyway, back on point, when they be whining about the snow day, how many were killed and how many crosses were burned?