Both my parents were from parts of Lowell, Massachusetts, but while my father quickly adopted a Southern drawl and took to sipping iced tea while taking us from one Civil War battlefield to the next, my mother preferred to smoke her Winston 100s and pull her hair out wondering why the hell this hick town school system would shut down for a mere 8 inches of snow on the ground. “We used to go to school in a blizzard!!!” “Well, you lived in a city.” “Edmund, shut the hell up!” “I’m Xmastime!” “Whichever, you little (beep) redneck.”
Ha! :)
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