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This is a picture of my Aunt Barb's deck this morning in Parma, Ohio. Yes. Hot in Cleveland my ass. This is springtime when you are a neighbor of Canada. I can't see Canada from here like you can see Russia from Alaska Ms. Palin. But I sure can feel it. I am here for my father's memorial tomorrow. So that is why I am here. But I have to tell you. After being away for so long I am left to wonder "what are all these people still doing here?"

Sure centuries ago, before Al Gore invented the internet, maybe folks in the East didn't believe what Florida looked like. But now we have the technology! Why do you still want to shovel snow? Why do we stay? Shouldn't everyone who has ever hit a pothole or skidded out on the ice be heading for gold in them there hills of California? Shouldn't this wasteland of muddy springs and sinus infections be left for inmates, government spies and Republicans who don't believe in global warming? Run. Save yourselves! Sure you might have a mudslide or an earthquake or two. But it's a dry heat. You'll be fine.