Snow's coming.
Or at least, I think snow's coming. One sure sign of snow is the bread aisle at the grocery store. If all that's left is a loaf of sawdust whole grain stuff, you know snow's on the way.
Weird thing, though. And I'm sure I'm not the only who's noticed this, and I'm sure there's some kind of reasonable explanation for it, but why, every time it snows, is the Pennsylvania Turnpike the line of demarcation between heavier snow and lighter snow.
Always, heavier snow north of the turnpike, lighter to the south.
What kind of magical qualities does the turnpike possess?
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