The most invigorating, yet uncomfortable feeling in the world is the icy breath of wind that sneaks, with a devilish purpose, through four in a half layers of winter clothes, to flash freeze your spine. Growing up in central Maine during the winter, and born the son of a hockey loving father, 6:00 A.M. icy wind gusts were just a part of growing up. Every weekend, Dad would wake me up at an ungodly hour, toast raisin bread in the oven (he’d add the butter before turning on the toaster