He was becoming inexorably trapped as an ice-prisoner in his own home-much Of frozen ice thickening on everything outside. He pausedįrequently, listening to the sound of crystalline rain tinging off his window and watching the slow but steady accumulation Sitting comfortably in his home office wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt, he made his sales calls, mostly to the East Coast. Up with a book and a hot cider and wrap up in the warmth of a crackling fire.īut instead, he spent the better part of the morning telecommuting into his downtown desktop. There was a blanket of new snow in theĬascades, and rain was now freezing on impact with the frigid ground outside the house enough reason for Mack to snuggle The god of winter was not about to relinquish its hard-won dominion without a tussle. Although spring was surely just around the corner, In place by a swirling wind that roared down the Gorge from eastern Oregon. A cold front out of Canada then descended and was held March unleashed a torrent of rainfall after an abnormally dry winter. Larry Norman (with apologies to Robert Frost) Two roads diverged in the middle of my life, I heard a wise man say I took the road less traveled by And that's made the difference
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