Given how well the Kia was performing atop the glacier that’s enveloped Dallas, I decided to do some totally unnecessary travel and take a detour over to the strip on my way to the office. What I found was Cedar Springs, like most roadways in Dallas, iced over and abandoned — except for the gentleman below. He was standing on the corner of Throckmorton in shorts, periodically beating his cane against the sign post and yelling something incoherent, although I imagined it was along the lines of, “Is this all you got, Boreas?”