to one side, to avoid these tattered men in gray who came down from behind rocks and trees, running towards us, the last remnants of the army of northern virginia trying to snatch little kinky children -- little yankee children for ransom so that the confederacy could rise again which it never did until the renaissance of the republican party. [laughter] anyway, another subject. but winter is a manly obligation. you are not supposed to be defeated by this or even complain about it. everybody else is just as cold as you are, so do not tell me how you feel. this is not a personal experience, ok? just keep to yourself. you are supposed to get out there and shovel snow and throw that snow up on to the bank until in february or march, you have 30-foot high canyons of snow coming into your little house. you can throw that's no way up there -- that snow way up there, and up there is a cougar waiting for you to waver if you look lost, and you have to preserve life. that is what we do in the winter. my father and my mother, long many years ago, lived in a little house in lake wobegon with my older brother and my oldest sister. my father went out to shov