Of his own volition, Jack went camping up the canyon with the scouts last night. Roger and I went out to dinner and a movie with a friend. After the show, we drove up the canyon to see what the thermometer in the car said. At 10:00 p.m. it was in the low 20s and dropping. We drove home and bundled under warm blankets for the night.
Sorry, Jack. Glad it was you and not me up there on the cold, hard ground in a tent full of teenage boys.