Fri, 2014-01-31 13:44 News Staff
I nearly lost my life this week. Well, not exactly my life . . . more like my fingers and toes, to frostbite. Considering I’m a writer, I kind of need those fingers. It was 7:20 a.m. and brutally cold. We’re talking, twenty below, people. Okay, it was actually twenty-eight degrees Fahrenheit, but that’s twenty below my reasonable comfort zone for outdoor morning teacher duty. As I greeted children and helped them out of their cars, parents thought I was being gentle and nurturing . . . leaning over, spending extra time getting kids out of car seats.