Minus Kirby Puckett

Thirty-four below this morning as the sun peeked over the treetops, futilely hurling its hot solar rays at the ice box that is northern Minnesota. Henry’s school bus sounded like it had the consumption. It would get to school but not without protracted effort and considerable noise. Temperatures ran even lower just a few miles north, as much as 42 below in Bigfork.

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