Today's polar blast has blown the bottom right out of the thermometer. However, what we have here is not so bad—at least compared to Manitoulin, where an extreme cold warning is in effect. (I wonder if the little woodburning stove in the cottage could keep up with it.) And, it looks like deep cold is on tap for at least the next week.

So my hypothesis that winter is on the wane has been refuted—roundly. Let's hope things improve a bit by June.

Tonight, in honor of 39 years, I made shrimp scampi, with the shrimp most likely from Rockport, which is where they should be eaten this time of year, and where the temperature today was in the 70s. For dessert Sue made pineapple upside-down cake!

Over shirmp, the two of us looked back to 1976 and saw two (non-drug-using) hippies, one aged 30 and the other 25.

If I remember right (which is unlikely) the wedding was spectacular. Not enough chairs at the church in Crystal Lake, and then a pot-luck reception at Irene's farmhouse in Elgin. Sue wore her homemade KKK gown and I my plaid sportcoat.

But the weather was balmy.