On my way home from work Monday, I spoke to my aunt in Michigan where I grew up. I had been so busy putting out the Tuesday edition of the West Valley View that I hadn’t had a chance to check the national news. While the 13 inches of snow came as no surprise, I was shocked when she told me that with wind chill, the temperature was minus 30. I’m talking lower Michigan, too, not the Upper Peninsula, or as we Michiganders refer to it, the UP, eh?
I couldn’t help but look down at my own temperature gauge, which was reading 67 at the time (kind of chilly for us Arizonans), and realize that our temperatures differed by nearly 100 degrees!