Jim, even in frigid New England you always seemed to us a t-shirt and shorts kind of guy -- part of your endless charm. Glad you're happy out there where surf is always up.
When we lived in Dade County years ago -- I was at the Herald -- Wink and I went to a Miami Dolphins night game in the Orange Bowl. Temperature dipped into the 40s. People bundled up as though the game was being played in Nuuk. Lines for hot chocolate stretched to Fort Lauderdale. For this, they left New York?
Gwen -- Just opened door to pick up the papers -- "dead tree" variety, as our friend Bob Keeler of Newsday says. Not going out again until April. Cold, blustery, wouldn't want to know wind chill.
People love weather stories, you say. Not me. I still remember larger-than-life Bob Greene, the boss in Newsday’s Ronkonkoma office, walking in from the parking lot and declaring loudly and expansively, “Spring is in the air!” That meant the very real possibility that some poor reporter was going to be assigned to write a weather story, based on interviews with people in the street. That might have been the origin of my aversion to any kind of weather story, on TV or in the newspaper.
Let Wink know that although my Seaford property is postage stamp small walking a few times last week to my compose pile in the back corner of the yard resulted in our 12” ice ,cold snow coming over the sides of my hiking boots and freezing my feet. The wind chill only made it worse!! Omar did not shovel a path for me!!
And hot is hot, Florence. Old school rules!
Jim, even in frigid New England you always seemed to us a t-shirt and shorts kind of guy -- part of your endless charm. Glad you're happy out there where surf is always up.
Wind chill makes everything worse -- body and soul.
DOJ on the case.
John -- Never been colder than on the long trek from Stafford Hall dorm to J-School
way back there at Mizzou. Trying to keep things in perspective. Thanks/fb
When we lived in Dade County years ago -- I was at the Herald -- Wink and I went to a Miami Dolphins night game in the Orange Bowl. Temperature dipped into the 40s. People bundled up as though the game was being played in Nuuk. Lines for hot chocolate stretched to Fort Lauderdale. For this, they left New York?
Hope, eternal.
Hibernation never looked so good. Trick is, make sure you wake up.
Bob -- Spring is not in the air. Relax.
Gwen -- Just opened door to pick up the papers -- "dead tree" variety, as our friend Bob Keeler of Newsday says. Not going out again until April. Cold, blustery, wouldn't want to know wind chill.
My bet, AI.
People love weather stories, you say. Not me. I still remember larger-than-life Bob Greene, the boss in Newsday’s Ronkonkoma office, walking in from the parking lot and declaring loudly and expansively, “Spring is in the air!” That meant the very real possibility that some poor reporter was going to be assigned to write a weather story, based on interviews with people in the street. That might have been the origin of my aversion to any kind of weather story, on TV or in the newspaper.
Bob -- Spring is not in the air. Relax.
great column as usual , I agree , why do we have to always know the wind chill temperature.
Cold is cold >
And hot is hot, Florence. Old school rules!
I was on the fourth floor.
Stafford Hall!?!? My freshman dorm. Small world.
Room 337, I think. Are you the guy who carved his girlfriend's name into the dresser?
Let Wink know that although my Seaford property is postage stamp small walking a few times last week to my compose pile in the back corner of the yard resulted in our 12” ice ,cold snow coming over the sides of my hiking boots and freezing my feet. The wind chill only made it worse!! Omar did not shovel a path for me!!
Wind chill makes everything worse -- body and soul.