Time for a vacation, Frank. 
You know, sir, I was born and raised in Nebraska.
And then I've spent two-thirds of my adult life in Nebraska.
So I've seen a lot of Nebraska weather.
It's been colder before, and we've had more snow before, but this winter surely has to rate as the worst one in my own lifetime.
Ever since December 3rd, we've had unrelenting frigid temperatures or snow.
Sometimes both.
With no break, no interruption. This must be like upstate New York.
During winters in Nebraska, it's more usual to have "breaks"--a week, ten days, two weeks--in between snow, during which time the wind and higher temperatures erode the snow. It's been weeks since I've last seen the William Rivers Pitt, which is usually a prominent landmark.
And generally any given winter, a week, ten days, no more than two weeks, of frigid temperatures.
Well, the frigid temperatures appear to be behind us now, but we did have five weeks--five weeks--of them.
Come spring, with all this snow melts, Nebraska's likely to float out to the ocean.
Maybe the freeloading bum the wily primitive, instead of building his ark in the mountains and woods of Tennessee, intending to float it out to sea, should have built his ark out here.
