Snowflakes With Biting Teeth

After graduating from high school, I left the South and moved North to the Windy City of Chicago in search of a better way of life and in the process found lots of snowflakes accompanied by biting teeth. Sometimes the snowflakes were blinding and the cold so intense that I felt every part of my body was being bitten upon, especially my hands, feet, nose, and ears. The cold was often so severe that I found it next to impossible to get a single word to flow between my biting teeth. Time and limited lines will not allow me to tell many cold-hearted teeth-biting stories originating out of the Wisconsin dairy land and Chicago, but maybe two mini-stories can make the cut. On a cold and snowy Chicago afternoon, say nothing of biting teeth, my feet were nearly frost-bitten as I drove my way through North Chicago in a Volkswagon van. This was an air-cooled engine, and there was not enough heat from the heater to keep us warm. Need I say more about the VW that created a life-long unforgettable story? And on a cold December night in the '73 Christmas Season, very close to Christmas Eve, my wife and I left Chicago and headed South on Interstate 57. Less than a hundred miles into the route, we encountered the iciest roadway I had ever experienced. There was clearly no question that not only were we pulling over, but we were pulling out of that road trip and heading back. 11152018PoSoupContest, Cool Writes And Imagination, Kim Rodrigues Title Used: SNOWFLAKES WITH BITING TEETH