Started the new year with something I never desired to do but was curious about the attraction to the madness: the Polar Bear Plunge. Celebrated the life of one funloving Clubber, Mac, who took the plunge every year. Mac was one of those people who, whenever his name was mentioned, an inner chuckle ensued due to some funny story attached. He passed away a few months ago from cancer. So my friend Dave spread his ashes across Lake Michigan at the request of Mac's loving wife. Think I found why Mac did this annual madness. It's not so much the thrill of saying "at least I did it." It was more of what one feels in walking to a college football game or awaiting a Blue Man Group performance: camaraderie amidst strangers.
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