This is the first week I can remember in months that I have not been outside on my bike.  I guess it had to happen but we sure had a great run.  This winter reminds me of the winter of 1982-1983.  That was the year I moved to the Pittsburgh area from Rochester NY.  I thought I had died and went to heaven.  The weather here that winter was really warm.  I don’t believe we had any snow until late January that year.  On New Years day I remember walking around outside for hours in my tee shirt. The temperature was in the upper 60s.  That entire winter was guite warm not unlike this one.  Of course no one was screaming global warming then.  We just enjoyed the nice weather; just as I have been doing this year.

 Paul