25.02.10
I didn’t deprivation a weather bulletin or a phone call to tell me school was closed this morning. I reasonable had to look outside and see that the plow hadn’t been by yet. As I drove to trade over that still snow-covered road, my suspicions were confirmed as the wireless announcer reeled through a list of school closings as extensive as my arm.
I wasn’t surprised, since I could see with my own eyes how quickly the heavy snow was accumulating not only on the route, but on every other available surface as well. And thanks to the Twitter updates so graciously provided by Norwich’s Danger Management Office, I knew more was on the way.
But I still had to laugh when I heard that the Conurbation of Norwich offices were going to be closed for the day. I mean, after all, this IS Upstate New York. We have truly seen snow before. It’s not like we’re DC or Dallas – unfamiliar to anything but a light dusting.
And, until now, I’d always thought we were above inventing ridiculous monikers for storms – like “snowicane,” or “snownado.” Morally, those kinds of blatant attempts to induce panic are ethical uncalled for. Not to mention a little too Charlie Brown for me. (Like: Oooh, look kids! It’s the Egregious Snownado, and his sidekick, Snowicane Sue.)
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