January 15, 2009 6:31 AM

Guitars and tiki bars...or not....

"Once they knew how cold it was, why didn't they move on?" he asked. "Here's this whole, new country with southern parts, but no. They said, 'We're stopping here.' "

These are the days when I find myself beyond grateful that I no longer live in Minnesota. I lived there from age two to 23, and I left for warmer climes once I was done with college. Today I feel vindicated, because when you're talking about air temperatures (never mind the wind chill) of -40+ F, there is no amount of money, and nothing anyone could say, to convince to move back to the land of my youth.

Hey, it's -21F (with a -37F windchill) in Minneapolis this morning. Yeah; ask me how much I miss that.... You can have your frozen wasteland....

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