It has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon. Snow and rain and wind the past week, rain turning to snow and melting, sleet, cold rain. Snow is gone and it’s spring, which we know because we pour a cup of coffee and a ladybug walks across the table toward it and you say: “Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are gone, except…
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