Ah, winter-time.
The time when kids get a stolen non-school day and relish the time spent with
their family. Fathers are out shoveling
the driveway and seemingly are in good cheer as their children happily toss
pure white snowballs in the father’s general direction. Mother is inside
preparing Hot Cocoa and preparing the dryer to receive the returning snow
bunnies’ wet clothing. Oh I can just hear Bing Crosby singing something with
his dulcet tones.
Well, okay, Norman
Rockwell is dead, and perhaps the only semblance of the bygone family
perception lies within retro Coca-Cola commercials...you know, the ones with
the cute cuddly polar bear family sharing a Coke…the one where they cut the
cameral feed shortly before the bears drop the Coke and disembowel the camera
crew for food? Well, this is the 2012
people. Welcome to reality.
It snowed in
Northern Virginia (my home) recently. Not Montana Snow, where it doesn’t count
as a snow event unless there is a legitimate Woolly Mammoth sighting. It
snowed about a foot and people lost their minds. People were abandoning their cars; even while
they were parked inside a garage.
Mothers were handing babies out of windows to snow plow drivers and
telling them to take their baby to safety and raise them right. People raided stores and bought everything…everything
people! Not just all canned goods and toilet paper off the shelves, but even
the shelves themselves…presumably for a time when metal shelves become currency
in the new Ice Age.
Admittedly I was no
better. I was out shoveling the driveway and cursing all known and even some
unknown deities and vowing to move to a place where there is no snow…Hell
presumably. Now, I have a bad back…which
is saying quite a bit as I don’t have a good front, top, bottom or middle
either. So every time I shoveled a large helping of snow, I stood there waiting
for a pop; not entirely dissimilar to WWII submarine crews waiting for a depth
charge to explode.
Luckily, nothing
happened and I remain unhurt. My main question to everyone is have we changed
so much as a society that an inch or two of snow can bring about conditions
similar to the Donner Party?
Until next time,
Be Good Or Be Good At It!
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