Southern Louisiana, January, Twenty-ten: Since just a few days past New Years Day it seems that I can’t get warmed up. I heard many warnings on the radio to protect the plants, and it became wrap your water pipes with anything including newspapers, old tee-shirts, diapers or anything else that might insulate them from the cold. I heard things that I’d never have heard in January in Ohio where I lived before I moved to Louisiana. All this kind of thing would have been taken care of months earlier.

Before the month was much older I realized that the warnings were serious. We had three or four nights in a row when the temperature dropped to less than twenty degrees. Just before the drop there was much scurrying around at our house to save the potted plants and to make a bed inside for the dog that usually resides outdoors.

News from around the country reported hundreds of new low-temperature records set, not to mention the blizzards and deep snows.

Unless my imagination is running wild I remember that for several years we’ve been bombarded with warnings that the earth is afflicted with global warming and that we the people had better shape up or we would be drowned in ocean water raised by melting glaciers, and that there would be no more of those darling polar bears. Of course the reason must be our own fault, according to those who stand to make their fortunes from burning carbon.

Supposing that the globe is really warming, regardless of the hoax being perpetuated by the carbon propagandists, shouldn’t we be joyful for it? Just think what the weather might be without it. The highs, rather than the lows might be in the twenties, and the ground frozen solid. The semitropical plants would be destroyed. Should it be true, I should say “Hooray for global warming.”