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February 22, 2011

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Laura

Drove me nuts in NY, drives me nuts even more down here. Unless you live up in the mountains and face the possibility of not being able to get up and down the mountain for shopping, really there's no excuse. Is there anywhere in the Northeast Megalopolis that has anyone living more than a couple of miles from a market, Costco, bodega or 7-11? Last winter was worse, I'll grant that. I remember going to the market for my regular trip, only to find no bread or TP, like all of a sudden we had moved to Siberia in the Soviet Union days. And you forgot another white thing there's usually a run on: eggs. So I guess most people's plan runs as far as "I'm going to eat a lot of French Toast with a lot of syrup and then I'll sh*t a lot to pass the time until the salt trucks come."

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