I think that PDD needs to solve the mystery of the headless snowman, preferably in the form of a song, an epic poem, or maybe a short story in the style of O. Henry or Charles Dickens. Ok. Go.
Bonus points for including this mind-bogglingly badass commuter bicyclist dude I saw headed over the Lake Avenue bridge with the air temperature at -12, add in the windchill and it was just plain arctic. Whatever arguments people make for not commuting to work on a bike in this town have just been invalidated.
And these even more badass ducks. Ducks. Swimming in the canal, again with an air temp well below zero, which appears to be quickly sucking all of the remaining warmth out of the already notoriously cold water.
