It snowed last night and throughout the day little flurries of flakes were flying around. School wasn’t called off, although there were quite a few accidents and slick roads.

It’s obvious our little inch of snow was nothing in comparison to the massive amounts of snow-fall up north.

But that is why it’s called up north. The fuss the MSM is making over the heavy snow throughout the midwest and northeast is just silly. After all, according to the Farmers Almanac, February is the heaviest snow month.

It’s as if they’re all Rip Van Winkles, asleep some twenty years in a global warming cave, waking up to discover that it’s snowing outside and winter is actually doing what winter does.

Someone said, when it snows, you have two choices: shovel, or make snow angels.

We lived in the north throughout most of my husband’s career in the Army but our experience the two years we lived in upstate New York, in the North Country, at Fort Drum, to be specific, was quite a lesson in living where it was always winter and almost never Christmas. I was sort of an innocent when we first moved from a tropical climate (Panama) to the North Country not knowing what it meant when we were issued a snowblower after moving into our on-post housing.


And of course, it wasn’t long before my husband deployed, first to Florida for Hurricane Andrew and then to Somalia. He was gone before Christmas, (hence, we lost Christmas that year) leaving his family to carry on alone. Snow started in late September of that year (1992) and continued throughout the next six months. We had 224 inches of snow that first winter and it always seemed to snow on the weekends. Our kids schools were never called off and the roads were usually passable. We all learned how to use the snowblower but when the snow was deep, our son, who was a senior in high school at the time, was the only one who could control it.


My husband uses the snowblower before he departs for Somalia.

We learned a lot of new weather words while we were at Fort Drum: lake effect snow, white-outs and black ice. Once, while driving on post I hit a patch of black ice and my car skidded all the way around and I ended up going in the opposite direction. Naturally, there was an MP around and he actually stopped me and gave me a ticket for making a U-turn.


Our son drove down to Syracuse one Saturday afternoon to meet a military academy representative for an interview. He made it to Syracuse without a problem but on the way back to Fort Drum there was a white-out resulting in a sixteen car pile up on interstate 81 and his was the sixteenth car.

We learned the scary news when the wrecker driver called to tell us that our son was fine but had been involved in an accident and we needed to go to Syracuse to pick him up. When we got there we found our son sitting in a van with a bunch of thirty something ladies who were on a girl’s night out. They told us that after our son’s car had collided with them he had jumped out to see if they were okay and they invited him to sit with them, not wanting him to be out on the road. They were impressed with him being so solicitous of them and I was happy with the ladies for getting him to sit in safety with them.

As the winter wore on the snow was piled so high we couldn’t see our neighbor’s house across the street. The snowplows on post would build big snow mountains but soon there was no place to put the snow except for the Black River, causing concern that it would flood during the spring thaw.

We had a sort of heat wave the next year…..we only had 192 inches of snow.

Daniel Drezner wonders if Massachusetts has gone soft.