There is a certain stoicism that living in the upper Midwest gives you, that I miss. When people here in Utah were breaking out the parkas, I was breaking out the light jackets. When people here started complaining about lows in the teens above zero, I finally, grudgingly pulled out the parka. Life there can be breathtakingly beautiful and harsh in one fell swoop, as many back home have been experiencing in the last two weeks. This Neil Steinberg column in today's Chicago Sun Times sums up winter in the upper Midwest....Cold" is a paltry word to use in connection with the current extreme weather conditions in Chicago, a vague term that could just as easily describe tepid coffee or a somewhat drafty room.
"Like being in outer space" is the metaphor I trotted out Wednesday, one met with characteristic teen skepticism by my older son....
Chicago didn't come near the record of 27 below set Jan. 20, 1985, a date I remember because I got my Chevy Citation started by jamming an aluminum tray filled with hot coals under the frozen oil pan, a practice that is neither wise nor recommended.
But it worked.
However, even a veteran Chicago reporter had to dig to find just the right way to describe this latest assault by Mother Nature.Grasping at an improvement on "cold," I pulled down Apsley Cherry-Garrard's The Worst Journey in the World, an account of Robert Falcon Scott's fatal trek to the South Pole in 1912.
Cherry-Garrard did not disappoint. The temperature is "ghastly," it is "beastly." It is "dreadful."
At 66 below, he finds his entire body trembling so hard he fears his spine will break.
"They talk of chattering teeth," he writes. "But when your body chatters you may call yourself cold."
"Body-chattering" isn't bad, certainly an improvement on "nosehair-freezing," which came to me while walking to work.
But he closes with the stoicism and indifference to something that you get used to living in that part of the world....
So there is your answer when somebody complains about the cold. "Cold?" you say, with a rakish arch of the eyebrow. "Yes, I suppose some might consider it cold. But we've seen worse."
Today's chuckle . . .
"How cold was it?" Henny Youngman asks. "It was so cold I saw a politician with his hands in his own pockets."
I miss the stoicism, I miss the sardonic sense of humor that many of my Upper Midwestern friends have, but I can honestly say I do not miss that cold and the layers of clothing that are necessary to survive it at all. I can live with and in it, but miss it......
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