Day 20 of 30

Found myself thinking about roses last night. Perhaps it's because of the single digit weather forecast. But New Englanders are tough, we don't really consider it winter until we've had one of these super cold snaps. And until it's officially winter, you can't really talk about spring. 
At every Presidential Inauguration, my family would discuss the weather. JFK didn't wear a hat, Jimmy Carter walked up Pennsylvania Avenue (!) in the cold, and today I'll be thinking about Sasha and Malia, wondering if their mother was able to convince them not to go bare-legged to the festivities. I have been largely unsuccessful with my own daughters on that score, but I suspect Michelle Obama has more clout than I when it comes to protocol.

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