Friday, April 12, 2019
A Tuesday headline from one of the regional newspapers:
Area Prepared For Last Major Storm
The story explained that regional government services were absolutely prepared for mayhem as they girded their loins to take on the very last snow storm of the season.
I had to shake my head. You don't even have to go back a decade to discover three significant winter storms -- one a legitimate blizzard -- which came in mid- to late-May. I'll not name the newspaper because they're no worse and no better than any other, but they're just terrible when it comes to reporting news. Everything is sensationalized and politicized. Even worse, they're smugly certain that they're the best newspaper there's ever been, and they've got the newspaper association awards to prove it. I remember, back in the day, laughing my head off at the crap propaganda reported in Soviet Bloc "newspapers." I also remember being smugly certain that such a thing could never happen in the U.S.
As it turns out, the storm wasn't much of a storm. It was quite miserable for about 36 hours, with temps in the teens and low twenties and four or so inches of snow blown horizontally by a howling and frigid north wind, but it was no different than any other brisk April snow event in this part of the country over the last 125 years of record keeping, and probably over the last 15,000 years since the end of the last major glaciation.
NDOR did close all the roads, and there's no doubt that there was snow and ice and reduced visibility out there. I suspect that the closure decision was made by people watching the major television news channels though. They have a much clearer view and understanding from New York City.
Yesterday morning as I was going out to Mom and Dad's to check on them I got pulled over by NSP for driving on a closed road. I'm afraid I was a bit of a richard to the trooper. I understand his position, but it was clear that he was far, far more concerned about the possibility of engineering a drug stop (Colorado is a mere 12 miles south on Highway 71) than preventing an accident or even enforcing a stupid and non-necessary road closure. So I lit him up, and when he realized that there's a sick, elderly person in the mix, one relying on my personal care, I suspect his plans for drug bust glory faded a bit. Maybe when he grows up and starts to shave he'll be able to do a better job of thinking. Maybe not.
Nevertheless, I survived it all. The sun is out this morning and although it's still cold (22 degrees) we're supposed to see a warming trend. Spring will continue to be birthed, and it won't be too much longer before I'll be whining about the heat. And the newspapers will be reporting the end of life as we know it.