Portland gets about one good snow a year. The beauty of the occasional snow in the unprepared city is that everything just shuts down. Snow is treated with the same joy and reverence in Portland as that first really sunny and warm day after the long rainy winter. Despite the snow Vaughn decided he really needed to see Sten, "one way or another." The only solution was to pack Vaughn up in the laundry basket and tow him the two miles to Sten's house.
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