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It's not the depth of the rabbit hole that bugs me...
It's all the rabbit SH*T you stumble over on your way down!!!

Red Pill Junkie

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It is not how fast you go
it is when you get there.

Welcome to the Grail. I look forward to hearing more from you. We have very diverse interests here (and sometimes diverse views!) but that makes life all the more exciting.

Best wishes, regards, Kathrinn

Dear Kiera:

When you write "Northeast" I assume this is in the U.S. but since The Daily Grail exists in cyberspace, where this is no Northeast, and as its principals all seem to live in Australia, I could be very wrong.

(I suppose you might even be referring to a continent on a planet in some other physical system, either a nearby system in terms of probable realities or some other place, truly far away.)

In any event, I live close to the shore north of Boston, Massachusetts, in the U.S. There was mention in recent weather forecasts of the possibility of flurries, but they did not come to pass.

This is good, as I have yet to put my winter car on the road (my '87 Jetta is not suitable for such; it's been driven over its long life almost exclusively in warm months and wouldn't long survive the salt of winter New England roads).

Aside from that, I've yet to re-assemble my sled for the winter. (During the warm months its components hide under my bed -- I have no other place for them. It resembles a snowmobile w/o the engine. I purchased it a few years ago after wondering why I loved winter so much when I was a kid but hadn't been overjoyed with the season in many years. Then it dawned on me that as a child I had a sled, so I ordered the above sled. It has but two slight problems:

1. It's too small for me. This means I must get as low as possible when turning to avoid overturning. I've imagined using the design as the basis for an adult-sized version; the thing basically rides on ski-like runners, not the blades of my childhood sled.

2. If there are little kids at any hill on which I descend on it, they tend to gather around and pester me to use the thing.

Other than that, sledding is fun, just as I recalled, although the first time I sat on it at the top of a hill I wondered, briefly, if I really wanted to go down the hill on it.

The fact that I regressed to about age 10 after a few runs was kind of fun, too; what felt really strange was when it was time to put the sled in the back of the car and drive home.

Regards

Bill I.
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