Carol-

And I still love to listen to you sing "Winter and I," especially when the temperature is in the single digits as it certainly is this morning:

Winter and I, get what's left of the island,
When the tourists go home, and the snow flies!
Winter and I, get along on the island;
She's a good one to talk to – she never replies.

Although I note in the last verse that you implied that most native Mainers smoke, which is incorrect; the survivors have now become a majority:

When it's sunny there won't be a sound on the island,
Except for snow melting and sounds of the bay;
I set up my rocker in the middle of Main Street,
And smoke like a chimney, and practice all day.

I would hope that the temperature in California has not gone lower than 50 this morning.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble