A Forty Three Year Old Chill and I Just Can’t Shake It…
Oh Brother...
•January 20, 2016•
By Mike Brothers
NP Managing Editor
I don’t think I will ever get warm again.
So when the first hit of cold weather arrives I start adding layers of clothes until eventually I’m like the little brother in The Christmas Story who has so many clothes on he can’t put his arms down.
Some may call it thin-blooded, but I personally want to blame my inability to deal with cold weather on an Oh Brother incident from my teenage years.
When I started going to the community college near my home town, I gave up my hot rod Chevelle and bought a 1959 Volkswagen from my cousin.
It was quit a shock to go from something that could get you somewhere quicker than necessary to something that may never get you there at all.
This was the fear one cold January night when a group of us were sitting around Fuzzie’s Cue and Grill and decided to take a ride to Golconda on the coldest night of the year.
The genius move was me volunteering to drive. Golconda was a river town, and we had met some kids from college and figured we would find them hanging out. Not the best plan on a cold night.