"Jay Honeck" wrote

Ha! Mary and I had a similar experience in Southern California, back
in the '70s. We arrived in Anaheim (from Wisconsin) during the winter
of '78-'79 -- one of the worst in history -- to find that there was
some frost on our windows when we woke up the next morning.

Of course none of the locals had ice scrapers, so they were totally
paralyzed. Mary and I simply whipped out our student ID cards (no
credit cards, yet) and scraped the windows. We were in shirt-sleeves,
enjoying the "warm" weather, while all the natives were huddled in
their fur coats, unable to see out their windshields.

It was hilarious, and great fun.

I've got a "me too," for that.

When in LA for the 1980 Rose Bowl, it was downright hot, compared to Ohio in
the winter.

I'll be DARNed if I was going to be in L.A. and not go swimming in the
Pacific. It was only the second time I had seen it!

About half of the band felt the same way. Swim until you were blue
(literally) warm up for 30 or 40 minutes, and go back out for more body
surfing!

We did have the beach pretty much to ourselves! g
--
Jim in NC