In article ,
Cub Driver writes:
On Mon, 15 Mar 2004 00:39:47 -0500, "John Keeney"
wrote:

I like the cold nights when I'm camping. Best night's sleep I've ever had
was in a tent at Tuolumne Meadows with a low of 28 degrees.

Lookshury! Lookshury! 28 degrees isn't cold. When I was a boy, we
YEARNED for 28 degrees. When I was a boy, 28 degrees was the HIGH FOR
THE YEAR.

The year! Heh! Why, back in the Pleistocene, we only dreamed about 28
degrees. We measured our snowbanks in miles.


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Pete Stickney
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