(photo: May 8)Aunt Shannon sent Connor a few of these, perfect for Michigan winters. Connor has been experimenting with adapting them to Mississippi summers. Ha! They are a novelty to him.
When one morning he awoke to discover he was no longer as warmly suited as he had been when he retired, he demanded, "Where's my ziploc?"
I don't know what they call them up north, but here, they're ziplocs.
