Seeing a group of Floridians try to keep warm in a cold wave is like watching the pope perform a bris: We have absolutely no idea what to do with ourselves in such conditions. All those pained expressions, the shivering, the wardrobe problems — it's God's cruel joke on a region ordinarily blessed with the best weather in the world. As soon as the thermometer dips below 50, otherwise-sensible folk are reduced to behaving like Chicken Little. "Help!" we cry out in alarm. "The... More >>>