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I was working on a river reclamation project one summer and standing in water up to my waist in 30 dgree weather when a guy in a white caddy with skies on top asked me where all the friggin snow was. I calmly asked him where he crossed into Canada. He told me Sault. St. Marie. I asked him if he would go to Michigan to ski in July and he said " no of coarse not." I pointed out towards Lake Huron and said that shadow you see is Michigan. He just shook his head , mumbled about Canada is supposed to be covered in snow and drove away.
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Last edited by neddy65; 06-23-2004 at 12:25 PM..
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