So this week, we had something happen in Richmond, which does not typically happen in December.

And what we had happened was...

Good bagels?

Oh, really?

This is the energy you're going to bring to the show tonight.

Please take note of who's antagonizing in case.

Yes, I am.

I am. You're still on my poo-poo list, but now it's both of you.

Both of you are on my poo list, darn it.

I mean, how do I not try that? Well-played, well-played. I'm the chief derailer in chief. In any case, we had something very unusual happen. We got snow. And what is so funny to me, so I haven't lived in Connecticut, I'm sure I've made this speech before on the show and sometimes the last 10, 11 years, whatever. But I haven't lived in Connecticut since I graduated high school in 2000. Went to Virginia Tech for four years. Briefly went back to Connecticut in the summertime for a couple of months while I was looking for work. And then I was down in central Virginia, a different part of central Virginia after that.

So it's been 21 years that I've been in Virginia, far and away the longest I've ever lived

anywhere.

And I really do not miss the snow.

I'm good, not having snow anymore.

And if Virginia, or at least Richmond, gets snow, typically that happens for whatever reason.

Like the January, February, maybe March time frame.

But it is very unusual to get it in December.

But the thing that makes me laugh so much is that Richmond, for better and for worse, has approximately, let me do the math, zero ability to deal with snow. So it was, I believe,

Sunday night, and they were calling for, prepare yourselves, Northeasterners. They were calling for,

I believe, three inches of snow. And by 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, they had already canceled school from one day. And

intellectually, I get why that is, because as I said, we just don't have the plows and the salt,

and the whatever in order to deal with it. I mean, we have some, but not nearly to the level that,

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