Gizmo Zen: Pilots Are Gear FreaksWritten by Gordon (Joe) Murray
I am the kind of person to whom anything can happen, and usually does.
My brother Mike calls to ask a simple question. “Do you want to go south for the winter?” he inquires.
I say yes, thinking a few days on the beach at his Sanibel Island timeshare will be a welcome antidote to the months-long overcasts and lake effect snow squalls common in northeast Ohio this time of year.
For me, an acute cabin fever typically starts to bloom with the first frost, and it is in full fester with the arrival of snowflakes by late autumn. The misery and restlessness persist for all of winter, until the last 100-pound, gravel-encrusted ice bomb drops from the wheel well of my Jeep in early spring.