Still better than Tucson

I’m a little torn.

It’s so cold I have no interest in going outside.

On the other hand, it’s cold, so it’s making ice and that means I should be outside -- fishing.

I’ve never been much of an ice fisherman. It seems to require a lot of patience, of which I have little. But I own a cabin on a lake, and I have a friend of good Minnesota stock who revels in fishing through the ice.

Mike has all the gear and all the knowledge so I have no excuse. He even sets me up so I can watch the tip-ups with binoculars from inside the cabin.

If the flag’s up, I slip into my boots, throw on a jacket, and trudg...