I took a call in the news room last week that had me shaking my head.
It was the day after the big blizzard and a man called from Florida and said he wanted to fly in for a day to see the snow. Did I think he should come that weekend or the next.
I thought he was joking. Or looking to irk up my winter crankiness. But I put him on hold and consulted some colleagues in the newsroom. We advised him to come sooner rather than later because, despite what he'd heard, it was sunny in our little city and the snow was already starting to melt.
Just before I hung up I said, almost as an afterthought, "If you do decide to come, give me a call and let me know how it all works out."
And, apparently, the ice man did cometh. He hopped on a plane in 78-degree temperatures and flew to Buffalo/Niagara for 24 hours to visit an icy tundra where temperatures hit minus-11. He came, he saw, then he flew home and called me Monday morning to tell me how happy he was.
His name is Alan Geer and he is an accountant from Tampa who loves the cold. He opted to fly away from near 80-degree temperatures so he could see some snow. His adventure, on its own is such outrageous behavior for an accountant in tax season that he didn't want some of his friends and colleagues to know he did such a thing.
And while he did admit to working on tax returns on the plane, he had a really great micro-vacation in Niagara Falls. He stayed at the Comfort Inn. "I loved it," he told me. "They're refurbishing and had started with the top floors so I got a nice sixth floor room overlooking the Canadian falls."