One of the first things I noticed when I moved here was that every conversation sooner or later turned to the weather. It was August and sunny and beautiful. People would say to me, "we'll see how you are doing about March". I knew it was going to be rainy, but they were really beginning to unnerve me. The worst comment I heard was from a guy at a mountain biking class I was in. Tom said "Don't worry about the weather, the suicide rate peaks in February...if you make it through that, you are home free." I laughed.
The scary part is when I repeated that to other people, thinking it was a joke and laughed about it, they all said...No that is really true...but you'll be okay. WHAT???????
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