The year was 2013, and I had been assigned a client in Oswego, New York. I knew little about this Lake Ontario town other than it was the home of a nuclear power plant and a single Best Western for lodging.
As a kid who grew up in Arkansas, bragging about the horsepower on a snowblower while discussing a snow squall was completely foreign to my ears.
I embarked on a fortnight of 14-hour work days through 30 inches of snow while living in a fishing lodge thanks to the sold-out hotel.