It's cold here on the coast of Maine. The snow crunches under the feet and the car takes forever to warm up. The cold bites through the clothing and numbs the nose. Snow, once thought pretty and wonderful is now seen as white feces.

But I remember my youth in Houlton, Maine, and smile to think that I moved south for the warmer winter. I remember days where the cold reduced the volume of air in the tires leaving a flat spot on the bottom. You had to drive a few hundred feet before they warmed up enough to smooth out. I remember winters that ran from October to April. I remember six foot snow drifts and weeks where the high temperatures nover broke -10 below zero Fahrenheit.

And then I decide I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF WINTER! NO MORE SNOW! NO MORE COLD!

I hope that job in Sicily comes through.