The Weather prognosticators were wrong. Big time. I want to be paid that generously for being wrong. But that's the not the worst of it. The rather low key storm forecasts - I'm serious, very little hype for weather guys around here - got every school system, every non-essential persons, and every anxious driver to stay home. For nothing. I don't mean three or four inches nothing, I mean - nothing. Where has our collective hardy New England soul gone? We've become a bunch of weather conspiracy theorists - the killer frosts, the crippling snows and the paralyzing storms are out to get us. So what do we do? We stay home. Except for those of us who are storm shopping hobbyists, and we go to the grocery store and buy up canned goods to place on the shelves next to the canned goods we purchased for the last storm. Most of us have access to any number of warm lit places and when we don't we have lots of food in our fridges and blankets on our beds. We're fine. Most of us lose power for hours, and even when I've been without power in the winter for days - I can't say it was fun, but once the driveway was clear and I could get to a coffee shop or restaurant, I settled in with wifi and coffee and noodled to my hearts content. Or these days I can go to the gym, work up a sweat and shower there. Come on New Englanders - cowboy up. It's only snow. And it's winter. In New England. Sheesh.
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