Tough crowd.
The other night, a man came to our door. I answered it. He asked if my parents were home. I don't know why, but my thoughts flashed back to the “Mac as Mom” idea from earlier. Then, wearing a wool hat, gloves, and a parka, and standing in the packed down snow from the day before that hadn't even started to melt, he asked if I had a minute to talk about global warming. Wonder how much success he had that night.