Weather can create memories. The chilly weather last Friday jogged a cold weather memory in my mind from mid-October of 1976. It was my sophomore year of high school and my family had just moved to a small town in northeast Iowa a couple of months before. On a Friday night, I was enjoying my high school football team win another game on a chilly, rainy night. Rain turned to snow during the game and it was fun (as a fan) to watch my friends on the cold and muddy field. The following Tuesday morning, we woke up to about four inches of October snow. I had a cross-country meet that afternoon but almost all of the snow had melted by race time. Still it was a chilly day and our running uniforms consisted of tank tops and bloomers. Some of my teammates wore white cotton long johns (Long-sleeve tops and bottoms) underneath. Too bad that was before the era of smartphones and selfies.
