Official Residence of Cold

I've decided that Grand Forks must be the official residence of Old Man Winter. For the past few days, it's been -10F or lower when I wake up to drive my bus, while the rest of the state is sitting around 20F. Cold is hovering over this town. The Badlands out in the western half of ND have been hitting the lower fifties on a semi-regular basis, yet Grand Forks remains in the pipe-cracking, freeze your nosehairs together bitterness. My van is getting angry that I make it operate in this stuff all the time. It deserves the upcoming trip to the desert, where it will escape this horizontal version of Mt. Everest.