My Own Polar Vortex
January 23, 2014
The Seahawks were everywhere.
People passed us on the street decked out in cloudy navy blue and lime green. That ubiquitous stylized bird’s head turned up everywhere, from the back windows of station wagons to the hairy chests of thirtysomethings in swimming trunks. Flashing store signs, after informing passing cars about clearance sales and zero-percent financing, trumpeted “Go Seahawks!”, as did more than one public transit vehicle.
And it was just killing a friend of mine, even more than the cold was killing me.
The Kennewick Polar Plunge. The premise is simple yet utterly te...
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