I just know that I could never spend a winter in Chicago or some place like that. I'm just not a cold weather person.

Better to dress too warm and be warm, then to dress too cold and be cold.

I like the cold weather. It means you get work done.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.