By Tommy R. McDearis
April 16, 2007 was already a strange day in Blacksburg, Virginia. Nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Blacksburg is accustomed to unusual weather patterns. But 35 degrees, snow flurries and 60 mph wind gusts are still odd for spring even in a town where the joke is, “If you don’t like our weather, wait an hour and it’ll be something else.”
I was taking the day off that Monday. As ridiculous as it now seems, I thought I had a problem. My printer had gone out and in my mind...
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