The Northeast was blanketed with snow last weekend, and I loved it — because I love how snow humbles us.

When it snows in my hometown of Pittsburgh, people pour into the streets. We shovel sidewalks and driveways, invigorated by the crisp air and the physical work. We sip coffee from thermos cups as we catch up with neighbors.

Snow still fills me with the same joy I felt as a boy when school was canceled. I still feel the urge to grab my Flexible Flyer sled and head for the steepest hill I can find — just to laugh like a kid again for a few hours.

I lived in Washington, D.C., for nearly eight years, and I loved when it snowed there, too — for different reasons.

This is the city where allegedly smart people decide what's best for the rest of us. They pass complex laws few of them read. Regulators interpret those laws into rules nobody understands.

But let a........

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