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This recent deep-freeze has most of us looking to "lock the vagrant winter out and lock our wandering in," as the beautiful Tom Rush lyric goes. We watch the fuel oil sight tube drop, along with our hearts and bank balance, and in tandem with this "nasty little case of the bug" which has settled in our homes like the visiting aunt from Southbridge that shows no intention to ever leave, has spurred an epidemic of "the mid-winter blahs."

I'm hoping to counterpunch with a few nostalgic columns of bygone local springtimes very soon, but for today, I offer this human interest piece of historical interest.