Let me set the stage: we get an email this morning from Dale of Dale and Sheila fame. They are in South Texas. He is “complaining bitterly” about having to put up with 85 degree weather while sitting by the pool, you know the speech. I’m sure he would have cried some more but what with having to hold that glass of libation with ice cubes all day (damn cubes keep melting) his fingers tire easily near the key board. Poor Fellow! You get the point.
The picture is what we saw this morning in beautiful Grimsby.
Dale, you’ve got it all wrong. This is the place to be. Here the ice NEVER melts.