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rained out at home for the third day in a row-the first time this had happened since they
moved to the coast from Brooklyn thirty years before. There was nowhere I could turn to
escape this storm. Bleakly, I pushed on towards Flagstaff, a hundred miles to the west.
“And there's fourteen inches of snow on the ground at Flagstaff-with more expected,” the
weatherman said, sounding very pleased.
