New England winters have twisted our sense of right and wrong, perverted our senses of justice and temperature, and fomented in our hearts a notion that spring is right around the corner. Earlier this morning, I overhear a couple as they're taking their young daughter out of the car...
Lady: Oh, her hat!
Man: Come on, honey, it's nice out.
Lady: It's 26 degrees out.
But it was so nice out. With the sun shining, it almost looked warm.
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