So the guy at the country club wanted to poison John Boehner because the voices in his head told him to do so.

John Boehner is from West Chester, Ohio, a northern suburb of Cincinnati. We lived there a number of years and I was at one of his first neighborhood fundraising meetings when he started his campaign for Congress. That may be my only brush with fame, unless I hear voices that tell me to do something REALLY bad and I guess that brush would be more of infamy.

Enough of that. No wait. This business about voices in people’s heads: Why has no one had voices that say “Send AmeliaJake all of your cookies? or a portion of your fortune?

Now, enough. We had a day in the high 20’s – and maybe it reached 30 degrees, and now it is -2, which is warmer than it was the past mornings. This cold stuff is a problem because it is a tricky thing, sort of the reverse of of Icarus. “Oh, it’s not that cold; I can go out and grab this or that.” I mean maybe in the first seconds it even feels refreshing. And then there you are with your jeans frozen to your legs.