The Kiln Arrives, Potter Still Alive

Honestly, when I left Boston I had no idea we were getting blasted in New York.  As soon as I hit the tolls at the state border the first flurries appeared.  It took eight hours to get home.  The worst part was stopping in Owego (about 40 minutes from Elmira) for a celebratory box of fried cheese curds only to discover they were way undercooked.  Totally not worth the effort of leaving the interstate.  The best part:  Olive shoveled out the driveway for me.  Thanks Jaime for setting me up with a beautiful kiln.