Ya know, John, once you're a Row Dylunduh, you're one for life. At those moments in the wee hours when sleep creeps up on you whilst standing on a rock, you may find yourself chanting a mantra to stay awake, "Grinder, cabinet, coffee milk, bubbler, Salty Brine, stuffies and johnnycakes". Or something like that
Bone up on local history, too. The Blizzard of 78 is a good starting point.