I hope you are not reading this by candlelight or while stranded at the mall because of Snowstorm Juno. Many in the northeastern section of North America are dealing with the arrival of what is being called Snowmageddon 2015. As the system crawls up the eastern seaboard, sucking up moisture in preparation for a potential three foot snow dump, many folks are stocking up on essentials – batteries, water and other basics.
Cities in a direct line of the blizzard, and that is an official term, not just a way of saying “big friggin’ storm”, include New York and Boston. Yet once again we Montrealers, just too far west, are going to be spared all but a dusting of snow. For several years we have been innocent bystanders as areas all around us have been whacked by major storms, but not us. Global warming? Who knows?
Not that I’m complaining, huge storms can be very inconvenient at best and dangerous at worst, so having them swerve around us isn’t a bad thing. Yet childhood memories of big storms are much cherished. An impromptu day off from school for everyone, coupled with a general sense of excitement and lots of fresh snow to play with were the things of a Canadian childhood. As such, I find myself experiencing a wee bit of snow envy.
CNN is having a field day with correspondents in position all up the coast and teams in Boston and New York. It seems to me that prior to twenty-four hour news channels we dealt with these things much better. New York would lead in multitasking by slapping snowplows on the front of garbage – excuse me, sanitation – trucks. Much like the proverbial tree falling in the forest, is a blizzard a blizzard if CNN doesn’t go wall to wall with coverage?
There are times when I think that if I see yet another reporter bending down and picking up a mitt-ful of the white stuff I’m going to shout “It’s snow for chrissake!” If two feet of snow fell in Tempe, Arizona or Perth, Australia it would be big news. But Boston? New York? C’mon! No one can drive or fly anywhere, so take the advice and hunker down, walk over to the beer store, stock up on the real essentials, then go home, put on the tube and enjoy a day off.
If you prefer, instead of watching the Storm of the Century, you can tune in the storm of apologies as meteorologists try to atone for their errors. According to CNBC “For most of New York and New Jersey, what was supposed to be the Blizzard of 2015 turned into the Bust of the Century instead.”
I shouldn’t complain, at least this way I can sit back here in dry but cold Montreal, where snow was invented, and watch the Storm of the Century as it wreaks havoc. Maybe I’ll declare my own snow day.