Seldom did I go to work or school on my birthday; mid-January always had plenty of snow.
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| Camden (AR) High School - 1962 |
Known to stay up late, reading or watching late-night TV, when the forecast called for snow.
Known to wake up at 3AM, check through the blinds to see if the forecast held true.
Speak in tongues when not one flake had fallen.
Being grateful when the school system began making the critical call before 11 PM.
Being grateful when Robo Call was used to notify parents and teachers about school closings.
Glad I did not drive 10 MPH to work only to be turned around along with the buses.
I celebrate that I can enjoy the quiet beauty of snow and not worry about make-up days.
I don't worry about getting to school and calling the buses to send students home.
I don't worry about driving home from work in a quasi-blizzard, begging drivers in front of me, "don't stop...don't stop."
Still very interested as weather forecasters' struggle with accuracy in predicting snow
I don't worry about it, though.
I look forward to the beauty, the blanketed quiet, the strange shapes covered in white
The inner-child looks forward to sledding and hot chocolate
The long-range forecast for my area: snow around mid-January
Maybe I won't go to work!
