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Since compiling a list of reasons that I do not particularly care for winters in Ohio would actually read more like a Tolstoy novel, I have chosen a more random, disjointed approach for my little diatribes.  I’ll share them as they make their way to the forefront of my mind that way you can feel the angst while it’s fresh.

I suppose the most compelling reason for me to hate Ohio winters is that they are not Louisiana winters.  Though I’m not really sure that you can call a winter in Louisiana winter.  It’s more like a harsh autumn with a smattering of “it’s almost cold enough for a jacket today”.

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