Sub-Zero Musings

I would like to share some of the thoughts I had as I drove home from a Super Bowl party tonight in the balmy -13 degree weather. (On Wisconsin!)

When I was a kid, I had this crummy bird call device made of a little piece of metal surrounded by a little piece of wood that you'd twist around it to make a terrible squeaky noise. The same noise that my steering column makes in this weather.

It might be nice to drive a stick shift car to give my left foot something to do--its toes had about 70% less feeling in them than the right toes.

After the car had been running for a few minutes: "Oh, I think it's starting to get warm in here. Either that, or I'm dying."