I woke up coughing out green slime, the lungs ravaged decades ago by alternately working mold-infested dairy cases and breathing in 20-below frozen food circulation while stocking the retail food freezers. What remains of my under-powered and obsolete engine was complaining about the crystalline mist rising up from the Columbia River to be chilled by t…
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