When my sister was doing the final rewrites of her book that came out last year, she decided to live at an author friend's house in Maine from October though January. She said she hated it.
When I asked her why, she said, "When I first got there, it was absolutely beautiful, but when winter hit it snowed every day, and never got warm enough to melt any of it."
As I shoveled out for the 4,500th time this winter, all I could think of is "Welcome to Maine."
JAMES F. CATALDI