[BerntR]

I gave three lessons on a day that didn't get above 34. One was a putting lesson that I couldn't do in my bay (no shelter from the wind).

The worst day was the day after the ice and snow. I spent three hours with a local golf pro. He was able to come because his course was closed. The wind chill was in the single digits, but it did get into the teens. The snow was a great reflector for the sun. The Casio got some great pictures, although we both became swingers (women) because of the cold.

Yoda sent me some pictures from Hawaii, and I told him it wasn't very kind of him.

You sissy

We have a saying in Stavanger: There is no such thing as bad weather. Only bad clothes.

While I was a teenager, I carried the morning paper around, using a bicycle. Had to get up around 4.30 AM each morning. It was really a night job and there was time for a 2 hrs nap before the day started.

For a couple of years in a row, the temperature dropped to around minus 25 fahrenheit around christmas time. Man that was cold! The bicycle almost refused to move and I had so much clothes on me that I could hardly move myself. Never mention picking out a paper from the bag. But still I frose my ass off each nignt.

I realize that this sounds like a very particular Monthy Python gig, but this is just how it was and I don't miss it for sure. I hate the cold weather as much as the next guy.

But I enjoyed the pictures from Yoda. And your response spiced it up. Any sign of intelligence is a bless out in the frost desert