Thursday, July 19, 2012

Guest Post

I've been married to this guest poster for many, many years and this is one of his favorite tales. I hope you enjoy reading it. I've enjoyed hearing it again and again and again. And I'll bet all you long married women out there know exactly what I mean!
How Cold is Cold?
by John Sundwall

So there I was… sitting in my shorts, sweat covering my body, contemplating whether it was too early  to grab a Heinie or not and I opened Facebook. One of my young sisters-in-law was griping about the cold temps in sunny California (high 60’s).  Mind you my Scandahoovian forefathers passed on the DNA that tells me it’s uncomfortably hot after 78. Any humidity above 65 is gross. All this talk about the perception of hot and cold on Facebook brought back an amusing incident that occurred between two of my wife’s cousins.
The company I worked for had sent me to St. Paul for a couple of weeks.  My wife’s grandparents lived on “the Range” (read that the Iron Range) sooo with a little fiddling I hooked some vacation time on each end of the trip, packed up the kids, the dog, and the boat, and off we went.  It was all good.  Sue and the kids spent time with the old folks.  I fished a bit with uncles. There were lots of barley pops and some super sausages. 
Anyway we discovered that two of the cousins would be catching a flight from “The Cities” to the left coast in the evening on the same day I would be traveling down to the cities.  Now this was back in the olden days before there was a big old Interstate that ran from the northern part of the state to St. Paul. Can you say two lane highway - speed limit 45? Being the great guy I am and wanting to make points with the in-laws (fishing guides), I offered to give the gals a lift.  The timing would work.  I’d drop them at my hotel and they could swim in the pool and such. I would check at the plant and set things up for the next day then return to the hotel and take them to the airport (no security checks necessary). 
The cousins were about 17, I think ,and were in the back seat just talking up blue streak.  Now understand one of these gals had lived her whole life in  NORTHERN  Minnesota.  The other in  SOUTHERN  California. Well I wasn’t eavesdropping exactly but it was a bit of a drive and I was still young enough (about 35) that my hearing still worked so I picked up an a few things. It became very apparent to me the gals were from two different worlds.  They were on the subject of  “cold” when I finally had to jump in.  I just could not resist. The dialog went something like this:
John   … “What is cold?”
Beach Bunny  …“Cold is when the temperature gets down in the 40’s.”
Snow  Bunny  …“Yeah, it’s really cold when the temperature gets to 40 below.”
Now I’m a fellow who, when he was young, competed in outdoor speed skating events. At one of these they took a competitor off to the hospital because he froze part of his lung.  I thought it was great fun to climb Adirondack mountains on snow shoes and camp in lean-tos in zero degree weather.  But the coldest I ever  remember being was in Danang RVN and the temperature was about 50.  Of course the humidity was 110 and it had been raining for three weeks. So, how cold is cold? It all depends.  
Well,  I’m  grateful  I  gave those gals a ride. They paid me with a story I’ve told and retold a thousand times. OH! For a better estimate of the number times I’ve told  the story just ask Sue and listen for the groan.

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  1. I lived in Alaska. I know what cold is, and I'll take these three digit temperatures any day. Well I'd really prefer 85 degrees!

  2. As long as it's dry I'm cool with it. Thanks for visiting, Linda!

  3. Funny story. No way could I live in the colder states. I'm not a beach bunny but do agree any temp south of 50 is cold! Lol. Give me 75 degree heat with little humidity and I am a happy gal. :-)

    Be well...

  4. Janette, I grew up in Southern California so I've lived in both worlds. My Nordic blood, however, made it an easy transition to NY where 40 actually feels quite warm in March! LOL Thanks for stopping by. =0)