There are three reasons why I live in Scotland. First, I like silence, and you have to be a millionaire to buy silence in Italy. Second, I like cold weather. Third, in Italy I have too many relatives and know too many people, so I never get a quiet time.

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

I'm not a big fan of cold weather; that's why I moved to Vegas!

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.

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.