Freeze the proverbials off you know what…
Although I lived in Aberdeen, Scotland for eleven years and have seen many a kilt frozen into a board whilst hanging on the line. I have never been colder than I have in Dallas. It seemed one winter – maybe 1987 – I just never got warm. My drafty house in Little Forest Hills was like an ice-box and I would trudge around with down filled slippers and wooly hats.
Today is pretty nice – around the low 40’s. I rode my motorbike to meet with a client in Las Colinas. Kessler Park to Las Colinas is what? 8-9 miles? I was fine apart from my legs which I had not wrapped in winter garb.
All you drivers out there (we call you cagers) beware of motorbikers!
Yep!
It was actually the winter of 1988, I remember, because we were flying to London and landed, and learned of the Lockerbie incident while waiting to board a plane to Bergen, Norway.
We were in Scandanavia for ten days, and it was warmer there every day than it was in Dallas. (Thanks CNN weather.)
That was the year that all of us homeowners suffered dead lawns. It was miserable. Yes, it can be brutally cold here.
But at least the mountains are nearby for great skiing! That alone makes living in Dallas in winter…well, all worth it.