Wisconsinites know that winters around here are long, cold and snowy. We face this annual period with stoic resignation and a few simple survival rules (e.g., wear layers and keep your car gassed up, your stick on the ice and your tongue off of metal objects). As I write this, Wisconsin is in the midst of what weather experts call a “polar vortex,” what newscasters call a “POLAR VORTEX!!,” and what Canadians call “chilly”. Why do we keep putting up with this? In a word, “spring”.