Written by Joe Janes
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(We hear a cold wind. Lights up to dim on Roger and Judy in parkas sitting outside. They sit for a moment, stoically enduring the cold. As if with the flick of a switch, the light gets bright and we hear a high-energy summery song, like something from The Beach Boys or CCR or Jimmy Buffet. Roger and Judy quickly strip off their parkas revealing loud, colorful summer wear, like Hawaiian shirts and khakis. They quickly play with a beach ball, squirt each other with water guns, barbeque up some hot dogs and pop open some beers, wiping the sweat off their brows. This all happens in about 20-30 seconds. The light flips back to dim, the music cuts out replaced by wind and they quickly put their parks back on and sit.)
People ask me why I live in Chicago.
I tell them it's because I love the seasons.
Both of them.