It’s been COLD around mid-Missouri.
Oh, it hasn’t been Nebraska cold or Wyoming cold — the kind of cold that freezes the hairs in your nose when you take a breath.
When I was little, I hated it when my mom stuck a stocking cap on my head so I wouldn’t freeze to death while I stood waiting by the side of the road for the bus to arrive. First thing I’d do…
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