Ah, Jim, me boy, you're getting me all misty-eyed for the Motherland with your Ole joke.

So, one year, it's a pretty hard winter, and it starts early. First big snowstorm in November, and Ole and Lena are sitting watching the WCCO six o'clock news, and it's announced that all cars need to be parked on the even-numbered side of the street for snow removal or you'll get ticketed.

"Better get out there and move the car, then, Ole," says Lena. So Ole dutifully puts on his winter gear, and goes and moves the car to the even-numbered side of the street.

Snow plows come through, and don't you know five days later there's another big blizzard. So this time WCCO announces you've got to park on the odd-numbered side, and being a good citizen, Ole goes and moves the car to the odd-numbered side of the street.

More snow plows, and not another four days goes by before there's another storm. Lena goes to turn on the TV at six to get the snow-removal-parking instructions from WCCO again, but Ole stops her.

"Darn it, Lena, I've had enough. I don't care if they do give me a ticket, this time I'm leavin' the car in the garage."