How are EMTs supposed to have fun this winter if they can't transport 13-year-olds who are just realizing that their lives have been ruined forever by a sever sledding-related spinal injury?
That's what it was called when I was in Portland in 2008 or 09 or whenever. I took a train to Seattle right before Christmas, supposed to depart at 4:20pm. It ended up getting there at like 11pm because the bridges were frozen in the lifted position. Or something. I got to Seattle at like 4am. It was actually quite beautiful, once I got over the inconvenience.