My new hero is Ole the First.
This marks my second Big Winter in Minneapolis. And it’s a doozy – the fifth toughest winter on record. Snowfall, even if only flurries, for 15 of the last 21 days.
Looking through the lens of history, I can see why Ole spent his first winter up here. He was snowed in! But, I cannot fathom why he spent the second winter, assuming he had a choice.
Admittedly, I’m feeling a little cocky. I’ve learned how to dress for the cold and how many calories I need to take in so I will have the strength to get the clothes off when I get indoors. I have learned to wear good socks because snow-slopped shoes are left at the entry.
Gradually, little things come to the icy dawning. Like frequenting only establishments with a parking lot that has been plowed recently. Curbside parking requires more athletic ability than I will ever again possess . Even in my best years, I’m not certain I could jump that high. Yessir, give me the good crunch, crunch, crunch of a fresh-plowed parking lot.
At last, I understand the muted cheers across the Twin Cities as the TV weather dudes get all wee-wee’d up about the temp “warming up to the twenties.” Between zero and 22, there's a big difference.
Only one last major hurdle: I scream a lot while driving.
The Mystery Woman is not sympathetic. She calls it my ice scream.
And then giggles.