This morning, it was about 20°F as I left the house... and with the wind chill, it was something on the order of 3 degrees. In other words, about the same frigid start to the day we had yesterday.
No, it wasn’t anything like International Falls, Minnesota, where it was close to -40°. But for Atlanta, that’s pretty damned cold. Like the proverbial Witch’s Tit in a Steel Brassiere.
One could, therefore, wonder about our rabbi, who on both days showed up at morning Minyan in nothing heavier than a T-shirt and running shorts...
No, it wasn’t anything like International Falls, Minnesota, where it was close to -40°. But for Atlanta, that’s pretty damned cold. Like the proverbial Witch’s Tit in a Steel Brassiere.
One could, therefore, wonder about our rabbi, who on both days showed up at morning Minyan in nothing heavier than a T-shirt and running shorts...
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