It would seem that the icy temps have left the unsuspecting southern states and headed back north, where they belong. I must say, that I don’t really miss the snow like I once had when I first moved to Texas. Images of people digging their cars out of snow banks and long harrowing treks against gale force winds just doesn’t have the same appeal to me as it once did. Of course, when you’re a kid, the nerve endings in your extremities lie dormant – which explains my childhood love of fire-walking.
Is it just the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex or does the drama run high across the country when the wind picks up?
I was watching the 5 o’clock news a few months back – the woman reporting was placing huge emphasis on the manifesting snow flurries that were now visible on the railing she was leaning against. “If you look closely….and I mean closely…you can see that the snow is coming down in big “chunks.” Wow. Chunks. Rarely does Texas get snow, but snow chunks?? The camera pans left then zooms right in on one isolated flake sitting on the guard rail. In the realm of snow flakes, I suppose it was sizable, but it was hardly worth the apocalyptic attention channel 5 was offering.
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