El Niño

Living in northern Minnesota gives one bragging rights for cold and snow. At this time of year and under normal conditions, long underwear leaves bodies only for Saturday night baths, speaking outdoors is usually slurred from mumbling through frozen lips and all carry long poles when going outside to facilitate rescue attempts in deep snowdrifts. But this year, El Niño has smiled upon northern Minnesota. This year the long underwear continues to snuggle with wool socks in the bottom dresser drawer, only the folliclely challenged are wearing hats (and those hats are mesh, Twins baseball hats) and one can stroll outdoors without fear of being lost, needing only to be nimble enough to avoid puddles, splashing water and mud. Ah, ain't northern Minnesota wonderful? To have more than three weeks of summer is heavenly!