Blizzards, part II
For those of you who have ever listened to Garrison Keeler or been to Minnesota, you will appreciate the following true story:
On Sunday, I trudged out to the car in my parka and hat, as I had to retrieve my wife’s snow boots from the car. This is in the middle of the blizzard, snow blowing everywhere, -15 degrees. (Never had to scrape frost off the inside of the windshield…but that’s another story.)
Anyway, I got back into the hotel, and there was a guy standing there in the lobby in a red flannel shirt and furry rabbit hat. He smiles, and in the perfect Lake Wobegon accent, goes, “Coold ‘nuff, for ya, eh?”
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