I met a man at the store tonight from South Georgia. He’s 75 years old and this is first time he’s been North of Tennessee. He decided to spend the winter up here in Maine, smack dab in the middle of the first real winter we’ve had in years. I had to ask him why.
“Because,” he said, “last fall I realized that I was about to turn seventy-five and I’d never tasted snow before.”
He is my new hero.
R.J. Keller 
I’m definitely the type to test the waters with my toes, but when I grow up, I want to be someone who dives right in.
THat old man is my mortal enemy.
Give up nice Southern weather for snow?
If he said that to me, I’d have to smack him, regardless the age.
Do they still have car races on the frozen lakes and rivers?
I’m sure there are some pinheads still doing it. Actually, this year’s been cold enough to almost support the weight. It’s been awhile.