I forgot what real cold was like even though I spent three years in Alaska, but pumping gas New Year’s morning with the temp at minus-8 was a quick reminder.
I was leaving O’Fallon, Missouri after a holiday visit with friends. The cold was so intense it froze the gas pump number pad making my credit card unusable. I had to go inside to pay, which served to emphasize how much I didn’t want to be outside.
I needed gas again a few hours later in Forrest City, Arkansas where the thermometer read 19. The air felt balmy even though it was still 13 degrees below freezing.
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