Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, January 16, 2014 at 09:21 AM.

The morning of the polar vortex hitting us, I decided to come in a little late because all of the schools had decided to delay their normal start times.  Walking down the hall of my office building, the temperature was rather toasty.

I keep my office door shut when I’m not inside or when I’m working on something that I need to think really hard about.

I opened the door.

The polar vortex or the strong, upper-level winds that normally surround the North Pole had occupied my office.  By my estimation, the temperature was around 15 degrees.

The winds that tend to keep the bitter cold air locked in the Arctic regions had blown my unlatched window completely open.  The ceiling tiles in my office were all displaced.  I suppose this was proof that as they say, “On occasion, this polar vortex can become distorted and dip much farther south than you would normally find it – allowing cold air to spill southward.”

It did.

The cold air spilled everywhere.



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