My Winter Garage
March 3rd 2006 Baby, it’s cold outside.
My pregnant wife is huddled up under the quilt with the dog to watch a John Cusack romantic comedy that she’s already seen a dozen times. Meanwhile out in the garage, I’m holding my hands atop a space heater so decrepit that I can actually hold my hands atop it without burning them off, hoping that my fingers will thaw enough to thread a new shifter cable.
In the
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