"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years."
My favorite part of all this was on Saturday when I got the mail while wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals yet I had to step on a solid block of ice in front of the mailbox, even though it was 65 degrees. Totally made sense for late December in northern Illinois. I wonder if it was crazy enough weather to make Skilling think "WTF?" to himself in private.
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