The temperature drops. Frosty eyebrows, toques pulled low, runny noses – and NEVER ENDING RAIN (or snow). Mindful calls from the grandparents reminding you that cold weather means every child will contract bone-crunching illness if they’re not draped from head-to-toe in wool or fleece.
Harry Tournemille
Father, husband, writer, maniac. Well, the last one depends on who you ask. I'm an at-home father and writer here to serve up mild doses of entertainment and nerdery for your viewing pleasure. My interests? Movies, literature, outdoors, fitness, television, BBQing, beer (a category unto its own), food...wait...this sounds like I'm looking for a date... Best to stop here.
