Winter is a concept, a relationship, an errant thought. It exists only in the minds of those who live further North of the Tropic of Cancer than others. Something about living upon the spherical surface of a planet spinning around its primary at a tilt in a periodic fashion. The idea is entirely at odds with the dogma put out by the Flat Earth Society yet still seems to have followers. Occasionally both camps will get together and duke it out in the streets much to the delight of the locals and police, who need the overtime.
The jury is still out. They can be reached at Jimmy's Bar & Grill for comment. Proceed cautiously...
