Here in beautiful, nearly-crime-free Frisco TX, we're experiencing our first big "norther" of the season.
For those of you not from Texas, a "norther" is a massive cold front blowing down from the wilds of western Canada, virtually unimpeded by trees, hills, or manmade structures between the tundra and the DFW Metroplex of Love. Think about it - what's between us and the Great White North? Bismark ND? Omaha? OK City? Not much.
The sky turns the color of a battleship, the wind turns in the blink of an eye from warm southerly to biting northerly, and the mercury drops like Lindsay Lohan's knickers. It's rather dramatic.
When I woke up this morning, the temp down the street (courtesy of wunderground.com) was a balmy 68 or so. Now, at 10:30 Central, it's 54 and dropping fast.
It's late November, and it's about time.
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