So, I’m from California. Not just California, Southern California. To be specific – the Inland Empire where the temperature rises to a comfortable 110 degrees in the summer and a freezing 60 degrees in the winter. Therefore, moving to Nashville was a concern because I am not used to seasons.
Not to worry, I was assured. The weather in Nashville is never bad. Does it snow, I ask. Naw, not more than three times a year, and that is just slush really.
So, thinking – great! I just found a wonderful place to live and study, I move the family out – in the summer, so we are still completely unsuspecting. Fall comes, and the temperature drops to 70 degrees. Oooh, my son says, it’s chilly. It must be winter. No, we laugh, it will get a little bit colder, but not much. Haw!
Yesterday I get in my car, turn it on, and look at the temperature gauge because I feel like it is pretty cold. To my surprise, no temperature registers. It simply says ICE. ICE, I say to no one in particular, ICE?!? I didn’t even know my car knew that word! What does ICE mean? My temperature gauge finally gives in and tells me that it is 28 degrees. On a sunny day. I call my friend back at home who promptly informs me it is a sweltering 94 degrees in So Cal.
I go back to these misinformed Nashvillians who led me astray to discover they are really transplants from New Jersey and New York. What do they know? Nashville is warm in comparison to their winters. Thus, dutiful research student, learn the important lesson that you must always check your sources.
Meanwhile, I am on my way to Target to buy an entirely different wardrobe. Replacing my khaki shorts and polo shirts will be flannel lined pants, gloves, mufflers, and a winter coat – because apparently my coat is only considered a spring coat. I didn’t know there was a difference. I, like my temperature gauge, am learning a whole new language.
-Ted Murcray

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