It's cold here in Minnesota. Very cold. The kind of cold that makes your eyes water and your toes numb. The kind disregards safeguards such as merino wool long johns and and gives new meaning to the term "shrinkage" if you are a discerning male.
You hear me, gents? In this kind of cold, extraordinary precautions are required in protecting the goods.
This isn't my first parade through the winter tundra of the northland. I've been a Minnesota resident on and off for more than half of the last 14 years. I know cold. I know how to prepare for it.