there is someone in potsdam new york reading this blog. if you are that person, please say something because i don't know if you realize that i lived in potsdam from age 3-9 until it got too cold to bear and we got shipped down to connecticut. sometimes i still have faint memories of the iceberg that was once called home, a mere 40 minutes away from canada where the snow starts to fall in october and doesn't leave until june, and where a tree got knocked over in a huge thunderstorm and crashed through our kitchen roof almost killing our entire family. ah sweet sweet potsdam.
if you are happy in that godforsaken wasteland, oh potsdam reader o' mine, then i apologize for badmouthing your home, but i have to say that it didn't offer much for a loudmouthed attention-seeking little ruffian like me.