At church Sunday, I heard a California transplant exclaim in a loud voice: "Hey, why didn't someone tell me that this place had 9 months of winter." At which point, I informed him that we'd only had five months of winter to date. So we might be in for four more months. That didn't perk him up any. My brother-in-law who hails from eastern Montana added: He's not the only one sick of the weather. It's time for spring when even the oldtimers are rattled. Now, for you Monday Wild Card ...

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