Some years March arrives on the Northern Plains like a lamb and leaves like a lion. Other years it’s just the opposite. This year it was lion from start to finish with no real break between roars.
Unhappily, more often than not, April makes March’s lion look like a house cat — for whatever reason, April usually features bigger and more brutal storms— so I doubt there were many who thought the…
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