Down on the Farm: Bad Christmas music
It appears that the only way to get away from bad Christmas music is to take refuge in an ice fishing house in the middle of Lake Mille Lacs with a pair of ear plugs and a bottle of Schnapps.
Even there, I wonder if somebody wouldn't fly over with loudspeakers blaring Tom Petty's destruction of Silent Night.
There is no longer anywhere to hide.
During one of the recent cold snaps, I pulled into a remote, wind-whipped Cenex station to fill gas.
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