I grew up in Kansas City, Missouri, a city I really loved in spite of the weather. We had long, cold winters and long, hot summers: the worst of both. I always hoped to live in a place that had either hard winters and nice summers or easy winters with long, hot summers. Either, or! But not both!
George and I moved to Savannah, GA, in 1987, and immediately decided the this was the promised land. Kids wore shorts on Christmas Day. We vowed never to live any further north. For twenty-five years, we haven’t.
But Southerners have no idea what a bad weather really is. They don’t dress for a cool snap, still wearing a wind breaker when the temperature falls to twenty and complain about how cold it is. Shiver, shiver, shiver.
One October day in Houston, I looked out at my class of high school students in Spanish 2. One student caught my eye because his cheeks were flushed, sweat dripped down his face, and his hair was wet with perspiration. He looked miserable. Finally he stood and wobbled down the aisle. “Are you sick,” I asked.
“No, I have long underwear on,” he whispered.
What? It is never cold enough in Houston to wear long underwear. Even when the temperature is 30 in the morning, it will be in the fifties by noon. Of course the kid was stifling. Of course I allowed him to leave the room and take off the long johns, but I told him never again.
Do you have a funny story of how people handle weather either in the North or South—or East or West? Please share it.