The hidden years,134, the big Dipper
The big Dipper ‘Can you hand me my sunglasses,’ said Bill, who peered into the snow with narrowed eyes as he kept the truck in about the middle of the path, of what had been a road. At times the ice on the road was hidden from the eye by the snow. ‘In the glove compartment,’ he continued, ‘this blizzard, makes you blin...