Y-1 – Why don’t we expect snow in Boston?
Y-2 – Why do weathercasters whip themselves into a froth over any sign of precipitation?
Y-3 – Why were people surprised at said snow storm when aforementioned weathercasters had been predicting it for at least two days?
Y-4 – Why do people drive in a Boston winter with gas tanks near empty?
Y-5 – Why will some people never take the T even in the middle of a crazy storm or better yet before the storm hits so they can’t keep their arses off the road?
Y-6 – What happened to the enterprising youth of yore who made “mad” money helping shovel neighbors and strangers during snow storms?
Y-7 – Why did I get rid of my snow boots before I replaced them?
Y-8 – Why does the ghost of the blizzard of ’78 still linger in ’07?
Y-9 – Why ask why?
I wasn’t dreaming of a white Christmas but I knew it was a possibility because, hello, I live in Boston. It’s December. It’s s’posed to be some combinations of cold, icy, or snowy.
A snowstorm is a good excuse to bake an apple pie (because calories consumed during snowstorms don’t count), make hot chocolate, read a trashy book, watch a stupid movie, snuggle and make love.
Let’s be prepared next time. O-tay?
