This came as something of a surprise, because:
- We had already been told that there would be a delayed start (which actually made sense).
- It had already stopped snowing.
- It was not due to snow anymore that day.
Perhaps the roads were still very bad? Nope…my road (which is always one of the last to be ploughed) had already been taken care of and looked in great shape. That left only an impending tornado, roaming polar bears, or a strong teachers union as possible causes.
And that started me thinking…
I grew up in the U.K. and we NEVER had school canceled due to snow. Any moans or groans would were met with derision by my Father, and quickly followed by stories that invariably started with “When I were a lad…” (yes, he was from Yorkshire).
I did have a very steep hill to climb on the way to school, and I remember having to use my school bag as a makeshift sled on the way home. But that wasn’t something to complain about – that was FUN!
But, on this particular Thursday, I cleared the driveway (I love my snowthrower!) and enjoyed a drive to work that was remarkably free of obstacles like snow…or other cars. The lack of cars made perfect sense, because I arrived at the office to find the place deserted.
What on earth has happened to people? When did we become such wimps?
Seriously, if we can’t get over a bit of snow to make it to school or work, then how do we really expect to compete in a global economy where kids happily walk miles to learn sitting on a rock, and people fight for the leftovers on your plate?
And that started me thinking again…Holy Cow! I’ve turned into my Father!