Of Mice and Men
I am not a winter person. Oh sure, it looks beautiful. The pristine white cover and snowflakes falling to the ground lend a festive air to the season. But beyond that, winter is dead to me. The worst two words in the English language, wind chill , are just about enough to drive me to my knees. I wasn't always this way. The first twelve years of my life were filled with sledding, snowballs, and snow forts. Back then, digital frostbite wasn't something to avoid, it was something to endure....the cost of doing business with winter. Yes, I've heard the suggestions—try ice fishing, snowmobiling, etc. No thanks, sounds awful. I did take up downhill skiing about ten years ago, but discovered the warmth of the lodge was much more inviting than the meager sixty second run down the hill after a five minute chairlift ride up it (the price of living in a very flat part of the country). In the last couple of years, I've seriously considered taking up cross-country skiing. Unfor