So I'm out at the dock at 8 AM this morning, waiting to give my rowers the order to shove off, and something lands on my nose. And I'm sitting there, the rowers waiting expectantly, trying to figure out why whatever it is feels wet on my skin. And then the other coxswain says, "Roland, it's snowing!" "I know, Mollie," I reply. "I just haven't
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