Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — I’m sure you know at this point that I am an avid follower of the news, and from what I’ve seen so far this winter, climate change (if it exists) is what the kids would call “a bummer.”
There are more floods than ever, super typhoons, mega hurricanes and drastic swings in temperature all across the globe. But as I see reports accompanied by stock footage of people shoveling snow and long lines at airports, I’m heartened. As this weather becomes more commonplace, the rest of the country, nay, the world, can finally experience the conditions that we, the frozen people of the north, were forged in. They’re discovering a new kind of winter weather survival togetherness.
When someone from out of town finds out you live in that wide and sprawling space known as “the Buffalo region,” they usually respond with a pithy comment about you spending half of the year being snowed in and watching the Bills/the Sabres lose.
While I can’t vouch for the play of either of our beloved sports teams, I can tell you that the snow jokes will become less frequent as drifts continually shut down the entire city of Boston and rise to levels that are reclaiming the abandoned outskirts of Detroit.
For most of December, New York City was more or less encased in a bubble of snow that cut off all plane/train travel in and out of the city. It’s basically the setting for the climate disaster movie The Day After Tomorrow, with less Dennis Quaid.
As someone born and raised here, I’ve trick or treated in snow suits, played ice hockey in April and I can have a sidewalk shoveled before my re-energizing Hot Pocket is done in the microwave.