Those of us in "The South" understand. For those of you beyond the Bible belt, lend me your ear. You're in for an education. In the south, snow is an unimaginable evil. A menacing threat. A looming danger. A single flake can strike fear in the hearts and minds of ordinary men and women. A forecast of a wintry mix drives true southerners panic stricken to our local grocer for a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread. Better hurry. The shelves will be empty. Prepare for the long haul. One never knows how long the chilling intruder will stay. Snow forces entire school systems to close. Doesn't matter if the forecast is accurate. Or if stealthy precipitation has been detected by radar. And those dry streets? Don't trust them. They're a trap. A siren's song. A snare set to entice the weak and unsuspecting. Whatever you do, keep a watchful eye...for...dare I utter the words? Black ice! The thought sends shivers.
And so it is on this fifteenth day of January, 2013. This morning we awakened to piercing sirens and alarms. From newspapers we read the foreboding message scribbled in sacrificial blood. Beware the freezing rain! Gas up your generators! Lock your doors! It's coming!