Indeed, it is accurate! I made my way to good old Green Bay three decades ago, precisely on November 4th, 1994. Although the date is slightly off, I landed at Austin Straubel on a chilly November day. The weather was so cold that I momentarily thought the plane had veered off course and landed me in Siberia. I even contemplated returning to the aircraft, but the flight attendant convinced me otherwise.

Yet, here I am, still persevering after 30 years. Join me for a drink and a meal (you might want to book a table, as it's a Packer Home game). I'll be playing some tunes and hopefully joined by some surprise guests.