Winter Poem

[MERCMAN]

WINTER Poem
>
> It's winter in Indiana
> And the gentle breezes blow
> Seventy miles an hour
> At twenty-five below.
>
> Oh, how I love Indiana
> When the snow's up to your butt
> You take a breath of winter
> And your nose gets frozen shut.
>
> Yes, the weather here is wonderful
>
> So I guess I'll hang around
> I could never leave Indiana
> I'm frozen to the freakin'' ground!

[rayjay]

Very nice, here is about where I live:


You might be from Upstate if... (http://yorkstaters.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-might-be-from-upstate-if.html)

If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights a year because Saranac Lake is the coldest spot in the nation, and Syracuse gets more snow than any other major city in the US

If your local Dairy Queen is closed from October through May

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance, and they don't work there.

If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through 36 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping that the food will swim

If you have worn shorts and a parka on the same day.

If you have had a lengthy phone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number.

"Vacation" means going South past Syracuse for the weekend!

You measure distance in hours. [is this odd?]

You know several people who have hit a deer more than once.

You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without flinching.

You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.

You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

You can identify a southern or eastern accent.

Down South to you means Corning.

Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new shed!

You go out for a fish fry every Friday.

You find 10 degrees "a little chilly."re I live: