I grew up in Nebraska, have fond memories. But, as I mentioned in another post the other day, the winters can be brutal. My sister sent me the following poem about life on the prairie that describes why I am in Arizona for the winter. It's winter in Nebraska! And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below. Oh, how I love Nebraska When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of winter And your nose gets frozen shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderful So I guess I'll hang around I could never leave Nebraska I'm frozen to the ground!