That Old-Time Winter

One morning the car doesn't start, next day the fuel oil tank runs dry, minus-40 wind chill--this is the North Country winter I remember. Not these puny puppy winters we've been having, but big mean dog winter, practically endless winter, Is-that-a-glacier-I-hear-coming winter. Stay warm; stay safe. As my friend Allen once observed--"If the woodstove dies, we die."