After wimping out a couple of months and enduring my short-lived nick-names, of “Princess” and “Sally” I finally decided to rejoin the Polar Bear Club for March. No matter how I tried to explain my position that I had “nothing to prove,” and therefore didn’t need to jump into the lake through the hole in the ice that Joel had chipped, it always came out sounding really sissy. Oh well, I’m back into it (now that temperatures have peaked into the 80’s) and though I may never be as cool as the other Polar Bears, I was readmitted into the club even without having to jump in wearing a skirt and tiara!