Row after row of ice skates on sale after this recent heat spell in the state of Michigan. The impending doom of winter blizzard hell has vanished fir now. We can breathe deep, the breath of suburban heroes for having survived the cold. We did it without complaint and without appropriate hats.

And we’ll do it again, when the great curse cycles back around. And we are forced to bow once agin and receive our lashes from the wind gods.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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