tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34249799.post1989822544323294265..comments2024-03-29T16:58:01.576+13:00Comments on AmeriNZ Blog: Frozen wordsArthur Schenckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10568299067544221996noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34249799.post-6998295562344229582020-07-15T00:14:30.715+12:002020-07-15T00:14:30.715+12:00It IS the cold, and the older I get the less toler...It <i>IS</i> the cold, and the older I get the less tolerance I have for it—actually, for a great many things. I didn't like the snow when I was a kid, especially not a few days after the snow fell, when snow piles on the side of the street started turning yellow, with brown logs laid on the flat areas near the sidewalks, and eventually everything started icing over, then it became covered in grey and black grit and dirt. This is why I don't like snow.<br /><br />But I also thought cold was pointless without snow. Still, I had friends who claimed to prefer cold because they could always add more layers of clothes. "When it's hot," they said, "you can only take off so much clothes in public before getting arrested." While there's a certain logic to that statement, I always thought it was nonsense because I've always found it easier to cool off than warm up.Arthur Schenck (AmeriNZ)http://amerinz.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34249799.post-16243644279319087402020-07-15T00:14:28.707+12:002020-07-15T00:14:28.707+12:00So is it that you don't like the cold? My sist...So is it that you don't like the cold? My sisters, of course, grew up in Binghamton, but they've been in SoCal and NC for so long that they don't do well in it either.rogerogreennoreply@blogger.com