OK, we didn't have no stinkin' wind chill index. What is that? A number, that's what. Just like the towing capacity of your SUV...that never tows anything. Just like the SAT score your kid really should have scored. It's just a number--one that's all pimped up to make you feel more important.
Now, when I was a kid, we didn't have no wind chill index. That's right--regular 15 below was good enough for us. And we didn't have a soccer Mom driving us to school to prevent our lips from chapping.
I remember one sunny morning, about three fresh feet of overnight snow on the ground. Was there school? Hell, we didn't know. We didn't have a 'school closing crawl' on the bottom of the damn TV screen. Nobody had the damn TV on in the morning anyway. Rots your mind.
So Coach and I met at our usual spot and goose stepped the two miles to school. And when we got there, there was a sign on the door saying that school had been called off.
So we walked home.
You went--you found out--you dealt with it.
Cold is cold. Period. Don't need to strut its stuff with a phony number. Always been cold. Cold is nothing more special these days.
Deal with it.
(Man, it feels great being old...)
diderot
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