I mean really! It’s 20! You’d think by the way people around here are acting we’re living in Fargo or Bismarck, North Dakota, where it hit -44 this morning. Personally I think it’s quite pleasant out, brisk and refreshing. Drop the top on the Mustang, crank the heat, crank the radio, and laugh at the strange looks people give as I pass. It’s all a matter of layers. My cozy old full-length army coat, long-johns, hiking socks, gloves, a scarf and my ‘Elmer Fudd’ hunting hat, I’m good to go. Life is too short to drive around with the roof up all the time.