“Baby, it’s cold outside!”  Like really cold.  Like POLAR VORTEX cold.  Kongo left 80-degree San Diego weather Monday and headed out for his first 2014 trip on Monday and somewhere between Atlanta and Philadelphia he got mysteriously sucked into something called the polar vortex.  Good thing Mrs. Kongo insisted he take his monkey gloves.  And what the heck is a polar vortex anyway and what’s it doing down here in the lower 48?   Continue reading “Lost in the Polar Vortex”