Despite the carnage, Ryan and Richard and I had a blast on #snowmageddon.
We made our way to a restaurant called F.R.O.G.S. Cantina, and the owner let us in before he officially opened for the day because we looked so cold. His name was Clint, he’d been there for 27 hours because the roads were too icy to leave, and he gave us beer and french toast without us even asking.
Richard took a selfie.