I lost it truly twice in my lifetime. Once was December ‘92. I may have shed a tear. It was the biggest gut punch I’ve ever had. I still remember that feeling. The other was the same winter. I drove south my my grandparents in Hyde Park and S+ paste turned to rain on rt 24. Of course it surged north to Boston, but I lost it in the car. It was further exacerbated by that asshole slant sticker in Stoneham. Mark Tarello. He called in 10”. Eff him.