ou know the feeling. You're at a mall with a million errands to run, wondering how long it will take to pay off that new sofa. Maybe your significant other is taking forever to try on clothes in a store you're super uncomfortable standing in.
You walk into a Best Buy, wander over to the audio section and try on those absurdly overpriced name-brand headphones with noise-canceling. Suddenly your brain goes blank. It's almost scary at first, you can't immediately recall where you are, how you got there or what your name is. What is a name?
That's the first lift ride of the season at Jiminy Peak Saturday morning.
Keep you 'pitchers and catchers,' 'truck day,' and April 1. Give me Nov. 17 a day after five inches of fresh pow graced the northeast and rung in ski season in the Berkshires.
While I missed first chair by about five minutes, I caught you lucky three who were the first to tame the courds in southern New England this season, but I managed to hop on the Berkshire Express around 9:10 a.m., and oh was it glorious. Overcast day, temperatures hovering in the high 30s, just crisp enough to calm the senses, but not brick enough to fear exposing skin.
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