(Disclaimer: I wrote this on a much colder day, before my Internet went down... now that it's back up, of course it's 60 degrees in January in NYC. Oh well, I'm going to post it anyway.)
Living in the northeast gives me an opportunity to remember some of the most exciting winter days of my youth... snow days. Growing up in the deep south, these wondrous days occurred once a year, on average. And they always included a complicated dance... from the weather person braving the cold as he/she reported from main street, to the scroll across the bottom of the television screen announcing school closings, to the rush to buy bread and milk before the storm set in and in effect, stranded everyone at home. Snow days were a true event.
We'd eagerly wait as the TV or radio listed the countless counties in our area until they came to ours. We'd cheer. And, then being the paranoid type that I am, I'd wait for them to go through the whole list again just so I could double-check that I'd heard correctly. Then back to bed, but of course you can't sleep because of the excitement.
The longest snow day we ever had was when I was in fifth grade. It lasted seven school days. It snowed about 18-20 inches on a Wednesday night. So, we had Thursday and Friday off... yeah, 4-day weekend! I was even able to create a snowman by rolling a snowball down a hill like they do in cartoons. Then, we had the ENTIRE next week off, so much overkill that by the following Friday the roads in our area were only wet. There was no ice nor wilting snowmen in sight. And because of the days off, we had no spring break that year. Snow days lost a little of their luster after that.
The amazing thing about the northeast is that they have snow days too. I had grown up believing it was a uniquely-southern thing, brought on by the fact that's it's too expensive for the state to own its own rarely-used snow plows, so it was just better to close school and wait for the ice to melt. That makes me wonder, do they have snow days elsewhere... in the midwest or the west?