Where Snow Is the Big Story
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Baby, it's cold outside! And inside too. I'm not pouring money into heating this drafty, big old house. That's what sweatshirts are for.
NEWSFLASH! IT'S GONNA SNOW!
I've never gotten over the hoo hah about snow here in Great Blue New Jersey and it's nearby city, Philadelphia. If the forecast calls for a dusting of snow, it's the lead story on every news channel for two days. The minute a flake flies, everything grinds to a halt.
You would think this is South Carolina or something, the way they take on about wintry precipitation.
Every few years we get a whopper of a blizzard, sort of like Hurricane Sandy except snow and far less flooding. I can see the reasoning behind doing some serious reporting about such an event as this. (Although they usually get the snow totals wrong anyway.) Yesterday we got a little Alberta Clipper, and for all intents and purposes regarding the television and radio media, the world was coming to an end.
If you walk outside in the morning to find a little dusting of snow on your car, rest assured you don't live in Philadelphia. A dusting of snow is cataclysmic.
Why am I ranting about this? Well, you see, I like snow. I've always liked snow. The more the better. when I lived in Detroit, I was in hog heaven. Therefore it is exceedingly annoying when the weather forecasters start bleating about a snowstorm days in advance, and then it either doesn't materialize, or it lightly dusts the ground.
Don't worry. You don't need to navigate the stupid captcha thing to give me free advice. I'm boycotting news radio until spring. The reality is that we don't get much snow here in southern New Jersey, and that's that. All the hype in the world won't turn anything white.
Have an ice day!