I sat at my desk early this morning and watched what feels like the beginning of winter outside. It’s been cold for the last few days, but it hasn’t been awful, just a few degrees below freezing, which means you don’t need to button up your jacket as you walk across the grocery store parking lot to the door. (At least, here in Minnesota, we don’t.) Still, below freezing is more like mid-December than mid-November here, so it feels a bit early. And this morning, we have snow falling lightly but steadily. According to the weather guys at St. Cloud State University, we’ll get between one to three inches, and it’s likely to stay for a while. As I looked out the window and watched the snow, I realized that this will be my seventieth winter. That round number – seventy – is kind of scary. So, I thought about winters past for a moment, and then turned to my computer and started iTunes to keep me company as I looked at the morning’s news. And a couple of songs in, I w...
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