Over the weekend, the building we work in and broadcast from suffered some damage from a collapsed ceiling. No one was in the room where the damage took place, so we're beyond happy to report no injuries.
Whenever one of our Rockford winters takes a turn for the super-cold, I get a call from a good friend who lives in Atlanta. He skips right over traditional greetings of any sort and gets right to what he calls one simple question.
We're at about the half-way point of this polar vortex's visit to the Rockford area (and most of the country, too), and the complaining you've probably been hearing (or doing) is getting louder and angrier by the day.