In the early 1990s, I got stuck in an hours-long traffic jam on this far-flung old farm road during a snowstorm. Why was I there? No idea. The cold, the frustration, the fear my rickety car would fail and strand me where help would not come – those things I remember. They are the reason why I listen to nobody about when I should or should not venture out into snowstorms.
So when I read about an entire metropolitan area full of stranded men, women and children, I want to issue new rules. Here is one:
If the weather man tells you a storm is coming and your boss or the school superintendent insists you turn up, take a sick & tired day. No one will be more concerned for your safety than you.
How are you fixed for chicken soup, projects and rock salt?
What lovely photograph.
I’m currently more worried about flu than weather. I need to get out to the store and buy a bunch of canned juice and soup. Because I don’t have a good freezer.