The View From A Farr
You think THAT was cold? Well, let me tell ya. That wasn’t anywhere near as cold as the winter of ’57 when it was so cold, your great-grandpa Earl’s glass eye froze in place and he couldn’t get it out until your great-gramma Pearl heated up a pot of coffee on the old wood burning stove, and the steam loosened it up enough that it actually plopped out right into his cup of Folgers which ...