Big article in this morning's newspaper: a group of brave people will meet on New Year's Day, on South Padre Island.
On the SOUTH tip of South Padre Island.
They will again bravely plunge into the frigid waters, running in from the beach.
Give me a break: up north, WE have hardy souls who do the same. Why, I have no idea. But up north, the water is cold; the air is cold; the Bears must run run run, splash ever so briefly, and then run run run back to the waiting towels, arms and portable hot tubs awaiting them on the shore.
It's all relative, I know. This morning, as we left for church, it was 40 degrees outside and for a moment, I thought, "Dang. It's cold."