For over two decades, I’ve hosted a “Boys’ Ski Weekend” around my February birthday. This annual bacchanalia has roamed from New England to Jackson Hole and, more recently, Park City, Utah. While the cast of characters has evolved, the itinerary—skiing, snowmobiling, great food, drinks, and plenty of laughs—hasn’t changed.
It was during one of those earl…
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