My Snow White story may be over but it's just in time for a different kind of Grimm tale to unravel. Today, after the storm, I feel is essentially the first day of the rest of my life.
After cashing in on my house in Red Hook Brooklyn earlier this year, some unidentified force drove me to spend my winnings on the rescue of this old creamery in the far reaches of the Hudson Valley. My job now is to make it feel like home.
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The Seven Dwarves packed up the snare drums and the maracas and drove off in their tour bus?
something like that....I wish they'd played maracas!
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