The older I get, the harder it is for me to deal with winter weather, and this year is no exception. Denver had it's first real snowfall of the season yesterday. It was just a few inches, but it made commuting to work a bit of an adventure. However, the cold is what made the day so miserable. It got down to 5 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday morning, and this very A.M. the low was 9 below. Now to me that's damn cold, but on the local television news the other night there was a segment filmed in a bar in Nederland, a mountain town west of Boulder, where the general consensus was that it has to get well below zero before they would consider it cold outside. Of course, they seemed to be drinking a lot of beer up there, and Nederland - a hippy outpost back in the 1960s - has always had an eccentric reputation. It is, after all, the home of the frozen dead guy races. Enough said.
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