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Nobody's out on a freezing day like this except us blockheads. As cool as these fellows may appear, they are not to be mistaken for The Rolling Stones. I have sat on these stones in summer to contemplate the flow of the St. Lawrence River on its unhurried journey to the sea, and all the metaphors to be derived therefrom. But, contemplative moods notwithstanding, no one puts a tush on any of these this time of year.