It’s cold

I used to be good at keeping warm. I’d wear shorts and a t-shirt to school—even though I lived in one of the coldest places in the continental forty-eight. My hometown of West Yellowstone, Montana, gets feet upon feet of snow, with freezing wintry weather possible even in July and August (It even snowed on ...

[insert whistling theme here]

Out of the blue, I remembered when, as a kid, I used to be able to cup my hands together, thumbs side by side, and blow on my fingers until I could create a whistle. So though I was on the train, I tried it immediately. No dice. Just silence. But I came pretty close. ...