Ten days ago, as I was preparing to leave for Vancouver, my neighbor asked me if I could bring some Vancouver weather home. I told him I would do my best, unless they wouldn’t let me bring it through customs.
I’m sitting on my back porch this morning and the thermometer says it is 56 degrees. Not that I am taking any credit, but you could call me the neighborhood hero. You would be wrong, but you could call me that.
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