When I was a kid we had to plod through neck high snow with ten foot drifts in temps 20 below zero, gale winds, and thitry miles to the unheated one room school through thick underbrush.. fighting off the packs of hungry wolves with only sticks.. singing to ourselves to keep warm. No hot potatos.. Jeez what luxury you had Nonoise..a hot potato..wow.
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