It was the worst of times, It was the best of times. It was a long cold spell in early March 2007 when temperatures were in the teens. We were discussing plans for the family's annual Spring Holiday. I suggested we head West where there was good Spring Skiing as there wasn't any good snow in the Northeast. Other members had their own ideas. Being a good natured person and naive to a plot that had been hatched, I suggested we vote on it, secret ballots, everyone write on a piece of paper their destination choice. I lost, by two votes. I'm not a gracious loser, but in this case, hey, It's dirty job but somebody has to do it.
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