At 9 degrees F., everyone here who was wearing only a loincloth has now frozen Certain Parts solid, if they have not had them -- and their hopes and dreams -- completely shattered by the cold.

One guy, called hisself Loincloth Louey, used to swing from tree branch to tree branch and rock to rock and sagebrush to sagebrush, doing that Tarzan yell. You know the one. He now yells in a falsetto, sort of a "ooooooooooooooooooooooooo" thing. He has also taken to wearing hiking boots and five-buckle overshoes. Must have been rich once, because people here talk about his "former endowment."