The telling of winter stories

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 he always…