I was on my way home yesterday afternoon, riding the express bus up Lake Shore Drive. The temperature was eleven degrees. And sure enough, there were people out having their afternoon run in the park, and walking their dogs. OK -- if you're running, your generating heat and you don't feel the cold. And the dog has to be walked.
And then there were the people out for a stroll. Just walking along, observing the geese trying to find open water (the harbors and ponds are frozen over, and there's floe ice along the shore).
Well, it's Chicago.
(Actually, I'm dealing with the cold much better than I expected. My body must have had time to acclimate.)
And then there were the people out for a stroll. Just walking along, observing the geese trying to find open water (the harbors and ponds are frozen over, and there's floe ice along the shore).
Well, it's Chicago.
(Actually, I'm dealing with the cold much better than I expected. My body must have had time to acclimate.)
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