I remember it from my childhood growing up in Spokane, a place that had true winter. It was almost like a folk myth: if you touch your tongue to the flag pole it will stick, & the school will have to call & get special help from the fire department to get you unstuck...& you may loose part of your tongue! I wasn't dumb enough to try it, even with my early attraction to firemen (some things stick with you into adulthood). Portland is in day 4 of the deep freeze, with a low this morning of 14 degrees. This week, The Oregonian reports a record number of calls for people with tongues stuck to metal poles. I think for some, the chance to prove the theory comes from the Holiday classic- A Christmas Story:
Should it it really be necessary to warn youngsters & teens not to do this? Even if you are triple-dog-dared, this is not a good idea, as proven by this lovely 13 year old girl from the town I grew up in. Apparently, the entire exercise hurt:
The very frigid commute this morning was harrowing, as my initially dry windows were visted by newly formed ice crystals that obliterated my view after I was on the freeway. I had to pull over & scrape the windows 3 times on my trip into work at 4:30am. Somehow I gathered the needed strength by singing this tune from 1977, at the top of my lungs. Sometimes a little Foreigner is what a guy needs to get through a very scary moment:
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