My Grandfather told me how it got so cold in Ishpeming, Michigan, one winter, people’s words froze when they talked. People started dumping these frozen words out behind the Major League Human Cannonball Hall of Fame. Come Spring, for about a week, the pile thawed, and you could hear people talking. It drove poor Tony nuts, he kept thinking someone wanted to visit the Hall, so he had to rush over there, only to find the place deserted. Nobody got their car fixed that week, he didn’t have time.
He really was mad when he found out the one time he didn’t go over to open the Hall, an entire busload of Shriners, from Neenah, Wisconsin, had come to visit the Hall, and left when he didn’t show up to let them in.