An Eclectic Editor: The editor’s new eye - Part 2

As a child growing up between Virginia Beach and Tennessee, I never ever experienced an Easter Sunday with snow. Much less an Easter Sunday days after over a foot of snowfall. How does one hide the eggs?! Where??? If I were growing up here, I bet my mom would have had all off-white Easter eggs for me to hunt. Shoot, she probably would have just hid real eggs and waited for me to crack one open ...

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