There was frost on my windshield Thursday morning. Real frost. Not the kind that disappears when the windshield wipers come on. I had to get out and laboriously scrape viewing slits with my keys.
It was a warning sign. But like most warning signs, I’ll ignore it until it’s too late to do anything about it other than curse and wish I were dead.
The frost was a sign that it’s time to winterize. We have a finite number of days left before the temperature drops below freezing and the only way to ge...
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