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Somewhere between Friday night and Sunday morning we managed to accumulate another six inches of global warming, and the Columbus drivers did not handle it well. The only benefit to this is that when we went out to breakfast on Sunday morning the restaurants were somewhat bereft of noisy patrons and their equally unpalatable offspring.
Mike also bought the tickets to the Robert Burns Dinner and did all the driving while we were in town. My sincere thanks and a hoist of the afternoon bourbon glass to my brother Big Mike.