OMG! Our country has turned into a bunch of wusses. “Plunging to -20°”... It’s winter, for crying out loud. We were stationed in northern Maine in the 1980’s, the only time the kids didn’t have outdoor recess was when the temps hit -30°!
Growing up in rural area near Buffalo, Dad’s office was in the church, but the phone was in the parsonage on a lot separated by a big yard and two driveways.
If a call came for him, I would go barefoot through deep (lake effect) snow to get him. No coat — of course.
Now we have a civilization of weak drama queens.
Hell, I used to share a bed with my ex wife and her temperature frequently plunged to -30F and less.