My sister and her husband, who live in Central Minnesota, were watching “3:10 to Yuma” together one evening not long ago.
If you’ve watched that movie, you know it’s a Western starring Christian Bale, and it has a lot of shooting, as Westerns are wont to do.
So, it’s a cold winter night in Central Minnesota, and they’re cuddled up on the couch watching a shoot ’em up Western.
When suddenly! A shot rang out!
My sister, who is a worry wart anyway, was spooked. My brave brother-in-law (a level-headed commercial airline pilot) did not immediately assume it was a gun shot. Instead, he came to a more logical conclusion (at least, logical for a lifelong Minnesotan):
“Do you think that could have been one of the Coke cans in garage fridge exploding?”
Indeed it was. It was so cold that a soda can in the fridge out in the garage had exploded because it was frozen solid.
Now that’s cold. That’s Minnesota in January.
For some (illogical) reason, I chose to visit Minnesota for my sister’s birthday in January. It was 6 below zero on the way home from church this morning at 11:45 a.m.
Meanwhile, two states away at home in Illinois, it’s 10 degrees above.
Amazing the difference that 300 miles can make.