Brrrrrrrrr!

It is COLD! This is long underwear weather. The winds whips through trousers and sleeves. And I hear we may get snow on Thanksgiving? This reminds me of the Thanksgiving of '80 or '81. I was still in seminary above Boston (Gordon-Conwell). Ginger and I drove down to Devon. The temperatures then were in the single digits. We had a Duster with vents near the footboard. The vents had doors to open and close, but they were not sealed so that our feet were freezing. We stopped at a Howard Johnson's, where I took off my socks and wrapped them around my cup of tea to warm up! For the trip back we sealed the vents with tape.