A blanket of white
I checked into the hotel last night in Boston and the weather card on the front desk said it was 6 degrees outside. I told the clerk that isn’t a temperature it is a sentence. He laughed, but really, it’s ridiculously cold here. This morning, looking at the Commons and the graveyard snow is everywhere – isn’t 6 degrees too cold for snow? I’m anticipating going out this morning to see clients and a large…