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Black ice story in New Yorker brings back some slippery memories
I'm hoping that a story in the most recent issue of The New Yorker, "Black Ice, Near-Death, and Transcendence on I-91," will make people more aware of the dangers of black ice, and also reassure people like me who live in areas that don't get a lot of snow, but do regularly get black ice, that we aren't winter weenies. (The title of the story in the print edition is "Six Skittles: the danger of black ice.") First, the story makes clear something that it took me a while to realize after I moved to Oregon from California in 1971…
