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By Paul S. Maxwell Ah, Winter Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have thirty-one, Except February… which is a little out of sorts. (Actually, I have a bit of a scatological ending to this couplet). Like the cable industry dealing with the Federal Confusion Commission. Was inside the Beltway last week… just as winter ventured into the District area, too. Meanwhile, it was snowing in Denver; which, this year, looks more like Chicago with dirty snow piled everywhere. Five weekends in a row blessed with snow. And all without adequate snow removal. Can’t even drive one of my cars! Ruts, valleys and ice on the side roads! (My car is much too low to the ground. So sad). And not as much snow across the street (well, across the valley of the Blue River from my house) on the Breckenridge trails as there should be… I, for one, believe in global climate instability. Out of touch, once again (reminds me of the early ’70s when I got home from that war we lost) with my government. Random Notes