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I'm calling all Michigan children because the snow is here. It's another edition of our favorite blustery season, god damn it. When the squirrels and raccoons are digging through your garbage, and the serene sight of the sun blinds your eyes reflecting off the snow, and wind cuts lashes into your cheeks with little remorse, that's when you know you're knee deep in a shit tide of winter, and trying to walk through it is a more testing challenge than trying to walk barefoot on the dry sand of Grand Haven beach, or any fucking beach for that matter.