“Now is the winter of our discontent.” – William Shakespeare
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” – Anton Chekhov
By Rich Lindbloom
Ok, ok, I’ll admit it. I’m one of those demented souls who doesn’t get it; warm-good, cold-bad. As I walked the dogs at about 9:30 last Sunday, I initially felt like I was on an expedition to the North Pole. The temperature had dropped from 32 to 18 degrees almost instantaneously. I must admit, even I wasn’t looking forward to the bone chilling trek.