Isms: Views on life in rural America

Oh, the weather outside is … too damn cold. I don’t know how you cold-weather fans do it.

Sixty degrees year-round? Fine by me.

Sunny and seventy-five? Perfection.

Ninety with clear, cerulean skies? I’d thrive.

But this? As I get older — and as arthritis settles into places it has no business being — this is for the birds.

You know it’s cold when I bail on a Husker football game early. In the past 20 years, I’ve left exactly one before the final seconds ticked away — a USC game during the Bill Callahan era. ‘Nuff said.

But Friday? I couldn’t feel my toes, and my knee — the one getting replaced...