The following poem was in our local newspaper and pretty well sums up my feelings.
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Sixty miles an hour
at 42 below.
Oh how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
and your nose gets frozen shut
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground
- Author unkown
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