It snowed! And we were just fine!
A smug, privileged reflection on the latest news
I live in a temperate rain forest, where (unless you ski/snowboard) snow is a rare and feared event.
Much to the amusement of typical Canadians (i.e., anyone who lives more than 100 miles north or east of our city) we here in Lotusland do NOT know how to cope with these rare atmospheric contributions to chaos.
Many of us never invest in snow tires, because they cost a lot and we “never” need them. We all expect the public transit systems to do take care of us on the few snowy days each year. We flock grumpily to these beleaguered public services when they can least manage the onslaught.
“Snowmaggedon” screamed the newspaper headline a few years back, when three inches of wet, white, sloppy, slippery precipitation accumulated on the beach.
This week, it was 25 centimeters — almost a foot, American friends. A lot, for this area, even breaking records. In the spirit of “cover what the people are talking about”, the local tv stations were all over it.
“We’ve been hit by a SNOW BOMB” announced the supper time news anchor, with a vivid red BREAKING NEWS banner dominating the screen. “We have team coverage” he sternly added, introducing a series of uncomfortably cold-looking field reporters sharing dramatic images of…
