Snow
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One fond memory was being out of town with my car parked at the remote lot near the airport. A blizzard buried the car and with a little time had hardened that snow into a delightful state for me when I got to it about 11:45 pm to spend another half hour uncovering and making the car ready for the journey home.
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Familiar
Every night for months in Ann Arbor the windshield needed scraping
Scrape at midnight
Scrape at midnight
Scrape at midnightThat is how I remember Ann Arbor