I spent a year in Vermont, during one of the worst winters in decades, entire months when it didn’t break freezing, weeks when it maxed out in single digits, many mornings of starting the car in 20-below—and I don’t recall anyone ever suggesting that I grease the rubber seals in my car doors with Vaseline to make sure they would open in the morning.

And they opened every time, too.

(I wanted to include a picture of the big marshmallow lump that I came back after Christmas to find, but it turns out that was before—gasp!—I had a digital camera. How quickly we forget. I’m really jealous of kids today who will have their whole lives documented digitally instead of this analog/nothing/digital mixture.)