"When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime"
Indigo Girls, "Southland in the Springtime"
Yeah, I know, it's not spring yet. But one day last week, the thermometer on the upper deck showed 70 degrees. This was while, in my home state of Michigan, the schools were closing due to frigid temperatures.
I've been in Atlanta now for about 15 years. Ever since my very first Christmas trip home to Michigan, and every single winter holiday visit home thereafter, I've generally spent the entire time with my frozen feet (not to be confused with Michael Franks' "Popsicle Toes" from his 1976 Album entitled "The Art of Tea") tucked under someone.
When God made me born a yankee he was absolutely teasin'.
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