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It was a brutal winter in New England. Many mornings, I got out of bed to fire up our snowblower and tackle the latest round of snow. When the wind was blowing, I often got snow blasted right back in my face.

It was a brutal winter in New England. Many mornings, I got out of bed to fire up our snowblower and tackle the latest round of snow. When the wind was blowing, I often got snow blasted right back in my face.