A true great passes on.
And he died of emphysema, that's a terrible way to go.
That's all I got. I had something for today about how miserable it is to dig out of the snow, but I think my complaining about my lungs burning would seem a bit ludicrous right now.
Besides, I was about half through with the job when my neighbor came over with his plow. Thanks, Darren!!!
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