Our brief January thaw (read 30s and streets full of dirt-flavored slushees) departed, leaving us to stare down a slow-moving, mega-cold front which will gift us with a high of 9 degrees on Wednesday.
The anticipation is horrid. Unlike in that movie, The Day After Tomorrow, cold doesn't roar and chase you.
You can't run away. Nope - that real, terrible chill that makes your lungs ache with each breath moves at a slow, yet unrelenting pace. It creeps up, its weight creaking on each step like the...
Published on January 25, 2010 07:32