PITTSFIELD — It was around 11 a.m. Friday when I was tearing through my basement and car hunting for my snowboard wax scraper. Just an hour out from the first chair at Bousquet and my board still had its offseason wax caked on.
Unable to find it, I scanned the post-Thanksgiving kitchen and my eyes fell upon my wife’s pastry dough scraper — she knew who she was marrying.
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