…feels like 45 below zero….and it’s a BE-u-tiful blue skied day in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Days like these test the constitution of Minnesotans. Bikers still take to the street, bundled up like buns in a basket at a thanksgiving meal. Shoulders and necks disappear into layers of head gear. Cars groan as they start…oil crawling through the frozen engine. People shuffle along as the snow crunches underfoot. These are the days most leave town for somewhere warmer—or stay home curled up with a good book.