IF THIS IS THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG…WHAT REALLY GOOD STUFF AWAITS UNDERNEATH?? 🙂
I had to pick the coldest time of year to come to Chicago.
My sisters and I rendezvoused at my twin’s home in Tinley Park. I wanted to see Mom, whose capacity to snub her nose at Father Time has been quite remarkable. She’d recently had a bad fall, and I wanted to see her.
Flying into a city where the temperature is in single digits wasn’t my idea of a good time. I don’t own clothing to accommodate a polar bear environment. Gayle had to bring a coat for me when she picked me up from the airport.
Getting to the car from the terminal was brutal. I thought frostbite had already taken life from my toes and fingers.
We’re talking three minutes of…
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