I know it may seem cruel, I know, but this morning after I saw the revised weekend forecast predicting two feet of snow in and around our nation’s capital I immediately contacted one of my friends who lives in the area. I just couldn’t help myself. I had to rub it in.
You see, as it happens, the friend in question likes to gloat about how he had the wisdom to move south more than a decade ago. Thus escaping the “Frigid North” as he calls it. (He hails from the Albany area originally.)
After several years living further afield (like North Carolina and Afghanistan), Ed returned to Northern Virginia this past summer. Arlington to be precise, which is where I first made his acquaintance all those years ago.
As winter approached, Ed was not above rubbing in how, before long, I’d be buried under a blanket of snow. And he’d be enjoying the relatively mild temps which are more the norm below the Mason Dixon line.
Hence my unrestrained glee when I learned of the 24” they are expecting this weekend. And of course this isn’t their first major snowfall of the season. It’s really just the icing on the cake.
Part of me does feel for Ed. Because I know that, unlike Upstate New Yorkers, those living in and around the Beltway are ill-prepared for even a dusting of snow, let alone the significant accumulation they are expecting.
From having lived there, I can attest to the fact that the mere mention of flurries is enough to cause runs on bread and milk at the grocery stores. And lets not even talk about their inability to drive in the snow. Everything shuts down. Even the federal government. (I know, that explains a lot, doesn’t it?)
Invariably, local hospitals would make pleas to anyone with an SUV or 4-wheel drive vehicles to volunteer to provide transportation to doctors and nurses who couldn’t make it in. And inside the DC limits, vehicles would be towed in order for the snow plows (read: garbage trucks) to get through the streets. The owners, of course, were never notified where there cars had actually ended up, which was always highly entertaining. As was the garbage that would pile up while the sanitation crews were otherwise occupied.
Since most associations and other assorted businesses tend to follow the federal government’s closures, this meant I got to enjoy my share of snow days while I lived there. My friends and I, all from the “frigid north,” would delight in the media reports. Much as I will be doing this weekend, as I watch it all from afar.
Of course, as I poke fun at Ed, my amusement is touched with more than a little envy. I wish we were getting that two feet of snow up here. As it stands, we don’t even have enough for snow-shoeing, let alone an adequate base for snowmobiling.
Oooh. I know. Maybe we should trailer them up and head south!