Colorado, like much of the country, has been shivering of late. It's just darned cold. Of course, it is winter. Last night, I got up and read Jack London's "To Build a Fire." It seemed appropriate. It's about a guy in the Klondike who's fallen though the ice of a frozen river and is desperate to build a fire for warmth. I really like this story, but haven't read it in years. It's no secret I'm a big fan of London's writing. I think this is the best of London's shorter works.