March 23, 2012
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Last snow of winter offers brothers a chance to work on their cross-country ski skills — and their issues
I kick at my borrowed cross-country ski with my spiffy borrowed cross-country ski boot, seeking the confirmation of the click. The ski slides forward, I wobble one-legged, like a square dancer on a slip and slide. My big brother — the source of the skis and boots and the plan for the day — puts his foot down deftly on my escaping ski. “Just click it in,” he says. I hop, step and click. “Good,” he says. I nod confidently.