So how happy are your kids? Mine were banking on this, so if it didn't happen -- oh, that would have been rough.
Remember the days when the weather forecasters would get us all hyped up and then nothing would happen? They'd close school in advance for a snow day and then a scattered two or three inches would fall?
Why does it seem like that never happens anymore?
The past two winters I have been amazed by the accuracy of the weather folks. If they say snow's rolling in at 10 p.m., sure enough -- the flakes start falling at 10 p.m.
I guess that's progress and technology and all that, but it does take a bit of the surprise out of the whole thing, which, as a kid, was part of the joy of it. Waking up and finding out that there was a snow day when you had no clue the night before? Nothing better than that.
Now the kids know it's coming, when it's coming, how much is coming -- and they basically book it on their calendars.
But in fairness, it doesn't seem to matter. They're doing the Snow Day Dance around here and for them, life is good.
