I just got back to Orlando this morning after a lovely red-eye flight from San Francisco courtesy of Delta Airlines. By "lovely," of course, I mean, "the flight was full and I was stuck in a middle seat and managed to pull off one full hour of sleep." Anyhow, every single time I've flown into Orlando (even at 7:00 AM in the "winter") I've always been greeted by either unbearable humidity or a pleasant warmth. Today, though, as I stepped onto the jetway, I was shocked to see my breath in the air and feel the sting of cold air against my cheeks. It's colder in Orlando right now than the town I just flew from, which is notorious for being cold. Keith Lyman picked me up from the airport (he's a rad guy) and we were trying to figure out if he should just go back to Massachusetts for the time being to stay warm. Either way, nobody's doing any wakeboarding in Orlando right now, 'cause it literally is winter. I don't think any of the locals even know what it means to winterize a boat. This is a strange phenomenon. The globe is warming but Orlando is freezing… go figure…