I guess as you get older, you can't adjust to conditions like you used to. And we didn't re-adjust that well returning home to our "brisk" weather. Call it weather-lag, or maybe it was the climate equivalent to the bends but it seemed colder. Of course, it was colder.
Then came the March snows, dumping even more snow on us. Burying the city. Seriously, very high accumulations. You didn't need a snowplow to dig you out, you needed Indiana Jones to locate and excavate you.
And conditions inside the theater were no better. It was cold. Very cold. People's eyelashes were snapping off. I caught some stage hands scattering fruit with hammers, it was so cold. It was so cold we had switches and knobs snapping off the equipment.
The rehearsals for the show didn't go as planned. At first we thought it was equipment trouble.
TR: (teeth chattering) Ketchup has mellowing agents.
GK: Turns out the equipment was fine. Tim's teeth were chattering from the cold. And when Sue attempted her lines...
GK: Turns out her vocal chords had frozen up. You have to understand, for a radio performer this is serious. And we didn't have any better success with the sound effects. Whether it was a horse trotting or a car backfiring or a chicken in a catapult, it came out the same:
GK: After we lost some pledge drive operators in a snow bank, we threw in the frozen towel. We figured we'd all just go home but we were snowed in. So we burned that week's scripts for warmth. And then the scripts for the next couple of weeks as well. We just decided to wait out the Lentil cold snap and begin again once we got a couple of weeks into spring. And here we are. The thaw has started. You can see the house tops again. And Prairie Home Companion is back on the air.