If you are a kid, on a Sunday during a snowstorm, thoughts begin to play in your head revolving around "Are we going to have snow cancelled tomorrow?"Snowstorms, plowing the white stuff, seeing folks shoveling out on the news makes you feel how? If you grow up in the North East, snow is something we look forward to, snowsled, ski on, enjoy sliding and everything else that comes with it. Ice fishing, snowsledding, hockey games, hot chocolate after snowshoeing in it. In Maine, snow fuels a 350 million dollar winter industry.
If you live in an area that does not get much snow, any snow, no matter how much is a big deal. Panic, unfamiliarity, confusion and even excitement as long as no one gets hurt. Frustration from cancelled flights, delays and postponed events cause a daily wrinkle. But when you live in Maine, winter storms have to be pretty big to cause concern.
Snow fall. Pretty, evoking a scene of a log cabin in the woods, by a frozen lake, under the moon with a crackling fireplace and a warm drink? Or terror and worry about frost bite, power outages, being stranded in a snow bank, thoughts of freezing to death? It all depends on how your area handles snow, how good it is dealing with it whether it excites or scares you.
When I worked at a Bangor Maine radio station that depended on ad revenues to pay my salary, keep the transmitter pumping out that signal and tunes, my program director George Hale issued strict orders. Never never tell the listening audience to stay home, to not bother going out unless the Maine state police called with such a directive. Which would have been rare because we get lots of snow in Maine, know how to plow it, deal with it. The right equipment, experience and training with white stuff comes with living day to day in Maine. Snow experience. George said it was okay to say leave a little earlier. Be careful traveling to that sale, the movies, the restaurant but not to stay home. I think of what George would tell us if he was watching the news today when you see video of a few inches broadcast. And how chaotic regions not used to much snow react to just a little of it. He would probably say it must be a slow news day or the media is sensationlizing, going over the top starved for something to scare the public with. My dad, who the kids call "Buppy" would roll his eyes and have said..."Mother, that is so Hollywood, not the way it is".