Sledding at the feet of General Logan.

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And under the coconut-sized testicles of his trusty steed, Licorice*.

I'd been looking forward to a night like this -- and turned out I needed it more than I realized -- but thanks to buzzkill jackass Al Gore, we haven't had enough snow.  Initially, I went over to this statue of General John A. Logan on Michigan and 9th (about a block from where I

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I did a little search on the interweb using the Google.

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And found out Gen. Logan's horse was named Slasher.