In Portland, when it rains, it drizzles--because it always rains here. But when it snows, it pours. And when it pours, phone calls pour into local TV newsrooms with all sorts of information and questions--many of which are filtered through a person like me.
And so I sit here with a beer, happy to temporarily escape the phones, and grateful that I'm home and warm (and not still stuck in the snow!)
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