This January in Chicago, the thermometer climbed to almost 60 degrees. The sun was out, and we had a beautiful, premature spring day. It was delightful to get outside in shirtsleeves and breathe some fresh, warm air before the snowstorms returned. On that day, I decided
that hippies are completely insane.
While the rest of us were enjoying that rare January sun-
shine on our faces, the hippies were moping around, complaining about how humans have destroyed the planet. Although I don’t believe the January warmth was engineered by humans, it was certainly an improvement over the miserable January days I’ve grown accustomed to. If it were truly a human achievement, it should have been applauded, and given an encore.