On Monday, I said on the radio it would hit 60 degrees on Tuesday. Our co-worker Connie came in and said her neighbor wanted to know what I was smoking. Well, it turns out I was smoking a big fatty of right on the money because it hit 62 at Rancho de Pantso'. That is what I call my house.

Listener John Taylor sent this pic of his 62 in Holt. My arm is sore from patting myself on the back. Being right is great way to start a bitterly cold next day.