Once again in the chicagolands winter backhands spring like a parent with an uppety child and loose morals. The landscape is powdered with a fine white snow and people are forced to bundle themselves up. Less than a week ago they were wearing shorts.
I think I like the idea of the cold, though. And not just because coats and jackets give me more pockets for all the crap I carry around.
I think I like the idea of the cold, though. And not just because coats and jackets give me more pockets for all the crap I carry around.