Having grown up in western Pennsylvania, I used to complain about the weather-phobic atmosphere of DC. The mere forecast of snow was enough to send residents to the grocery store to stock up on supplies like they were getting ready to spend a year on the space station. Flurries caused traffic to slow to a crawl, lest that flake get under the tire and send the car careening into a tree.
I don't know what's changed in the fifteen years since I left PA, or maybe it's just that NEPA is different, but this region exhibits surprisingly similar behavior to the District when it comes to snow. And we've got snowplows, lots of them, working the roads day and night.
Yesterday afternoon, we had about two inches of snow. Then it started to rain, so the snow turned into sno-cone consistency. No big deal. So I wake up this morning and find out that the kids' school is on a two-hour delay. Unbelievably, my college is on a two hour delay, too. The roads were so treacherous we all decided to pile in the little civic and go to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast.
A little while later, I've got the kids in the car and we're off to school. My wife calls; school's closed. She also informs me that her college is closed. That's a school in the downtown of a small city, not some school out in the middle of the mountain wilderness. Closed.
Now, as I said before, maybe in the fifteen years since I've been in DC something has changed. Maybe there were lawsuits or legal advice or something. Maybe we've simply become a nation of losers. I don't know.
It just seems that a region that has seen snow since forever should be a little more accustomed to getting around in it.