One thing I’ve noticed since I’m home all day and dip in and out of what’s happening on the TV is that when we here in the Midwest have terrible weather, the television channels cover it but in a rather casual way, usually focusing on how many flights have been cancelled at O’Hare...or maybe if there’s a 40-car pile-up on one of the interstates. But when the East Coast is experiencing bad storms, OH MY GOD, they will spend hours of coverage detailing every bit of inconvenience and discomfort Easterners are going through! Most often, they limit themselves to the Washington/New York/Boston corridor. This year, of course, there was additional coverage of the mega-traffic jams in Atlanta and Birmingham.
I wonder if I’m turning into one of those elderly curmudgeons who love to tell how rough life was when they were young but it seems to me that schools close for any little whipstitch nowadays. I don’t ever remember schools closing when I was a kid and most of us walked back then.
I remember one particularly wicked snowstorm when the high school announced, “we will be open and everyone who can get there should come. We’ll have classes with how ever many students and teachers show up.”
Their theory then seemed to be – “if it’s cold, bundle up” – “if the snow is deep, wear your boots.” Duh.
My son’s birthday is March 2 and over the years, we have experienced every possible kind of weather on that date. Some years, the kids played outside in shorts and T-shirts. Other years, they attacked each other with snowballs but even so, you knew that winter was on its way out by then. Sometime during the month, you’d smell the musky fragrance of thaw and grass would turn green and the sun would shine warmly. I think I’ll celebrate John’s birthday more than ever this year.
Vicki Williams is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached through the newspaper at firstname.lastname@example.org.