|Amy Clark, 1971|
A recent cold snap here in Arizona reminded me of the cold of my youth. Not that there is much of a comparison to the Chicago area and Tucson, it is cold for a Tucson winter right now. I remember playing in the snow and having a wonderful time. Oddly enough I don’t remember the being cold. Now that I am older and living in a “warmer” climate I cringe when the temperature hits anywhere near 40 degrees or below. I think it has taken about twenty years or so for me to be cold here in Arizona. Now I am a total wuss, searching for my warmest clothing when it gets “cold” here, I guess that means I have acclimated to the area.
I took my driver’s license exam right before the DMV was shut down during the blizzard of 1979. The gentleman giving me the test decided if I could get us safely back to the DMV I could get my license – the roads were snowplowed in single lanes and they were slippery. Needless to say I got my license that day. The experiences of Midwestern winters enabled me the ability to this day to tackle snow and crappy weather driving. Recently my husband and I were caught in the Raton Pass from New Mexico into Colorado during a snow storm. I drove through the mess, Gary of course was my white knuckle passenger – especially when I told him I was going to drive even further through the pass to get to a decent place to stop for the night.
The weather report says colder weather for the next few days – I’ll be looking like a native Arizonan with layers of winter clothing on – just like the folks I laughed at when I arrived in Arizona.