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When we left Minneapolis this morning it was -9. Brrr. We loved being there, seeing our old friends and my wife's family. All great people that epitomize "Minnesota Nice." We went tubing in a beautiful snow storm and spent time in Pequot Lakes in a fantastic log cabin. The best part? Coming home. I have been and will always be a son of North Carolina. The mountains, foot hills and the beach. I love all of it. I look forward to the blooming of the Magnolia blossoms when finally open, the perfume is something that can only be described as sublimely southern. I love this place and no matter where I may be, this will always be home.
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