It was a beautiful autumn day here in Maryland, with highs at an unseasonable 70 degrees. We were driving through the lovely upper-middle class neighborhood that housed today's school when I almost crashed the van.
What is THAT? we all exclaimed.
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Yes, my friends, those are piles of snow. In the suburbs. In Maryland. In November. When it was 70. Obviously we had to go investigate. The piles were behind this building:
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Guess they had to clean out the zamboni someplace!
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