Can't say that I miss the snow.

It's warming up nicely here in Sardinia. In January. In the middle of winter. By 11 in the morning, on sunny days, I'm usually carrying my jacket in arm. And strolling in my shirtsleeves. And I may not don my jacket again until 3 in the afternoon. When the temperature cools again. But I have yet to encounter anything close to a freezing temperature in two winters. And I often sit in the parks. In the sun or the shade of palm trees. And close my eyes. And dream of the snow and cold in Minnesota. Can't say that I miss it. --Jim Broede