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THE MISSING INK
This past Friday, at around 8 p.m., I was walking the sidelines of a high school football game (as is my want on any given Friday in fall), and there was a tangible change in the weather. The wind shifted from a light southern breeze, to a northeastern breeze and the temperature plummeted, noticeably.
Like an old steam train huffing and chuffing as it stopped at the station — Hoodie Weather had…