Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — It is official; Mother Nature has given up on Western New York. I know in the past I’ve talked about the benefits of an unpredictable weather cycle. Every sunny day from October through April must be cherished because who knows, tomorrow could be a blizzard. But the weather over the last two weeks has reached a level of ridiculousness not seen since the 2004 Sci-Fi/Disaster film ‘The Day After Tomorrow.”
For those not in the loop, ‘The Day After Tomorrow’ is a movie where Dennis Quaid, as a scientist, admits we were wrong about global warming. The climate isn’t changing over hundreds of years; it’s happening … right now! And immediately after that there are a bunch of tornadoes in LA, earthquakes in the Midwest and New York City gets hit with a tsunami/flood/blizzard combo that has snow reaching the middle of skyscrapers, all within 24 hours.
To anyone who was in western New York at any point last week may feel a twinge of deja vu as they read that, since it’s only a slightly exaggerated rundown of the weather in Buffalo last Tuesday. While the sun may be out today or tomorrow, I have less faith than ever in the idea that the worst of winter is over, but it is when times are dark we must remember that it could always be worse.
People are always saying “The grass is always greener on the other side.” Nowhere is this saying more appropriate literally and metaphorically than when we’re talking about the east versus west coasts, namely California and New York. Two weeks ago I had an opportunity to travel to our brothers on the “best coast” and I’ve come to certain conclusions; the lack of discernible seasons has driven everyone crazy.
While I was there most of the locals I encountered had something to say about the “terrible weather” despite the fact that it was 75 degrees and sunny out. I witnessed two hotel workers have a heated argument about fish tacos, which restaurants sold the real stuff and which ones were ‘posers,’ which sounds like something out of a poorly written movie about a teen snowboarder who has to move in with his whacky family on the west coast (the actual plot of Johnny Tsunami 2: Back on Board).
I checked the weather report and while ‘clear skies and mellow heat’ was great immediately after exiting a snow-covered plane, after three days, everything starts to run together into a temperate blur of fish tacos and cable programming that is slightly different than what you’re used to because of live events and the time difference. We may not see the sun very much here, but at least Saturday Night Live doesn’t come on at 9 p.m.
Everyone’s town and temperature has its benefits and drawbacks, but when it comes down to it, you can always find solace in the idea that when someone refers to California they really mean “Los Angeles,” which isn’t so much a city as it is a TV set for a reality show about traffic and when someone says “New York” they really mean New York City and as anyone who has seen both upstate and our pollution-riddled big city neighbors to the south will tell you, we’re not like those guys.
LA doesn’t even have a football team and sure, our football team’s stadium isn’t also a mall, like the Meadowlands is but at least our stadium is in the same state as our team.Vincent Davis II is a Cornell graduate, DJ, and market development specialist in the IT industry. His column appears on the second and fourth Friday of every month. He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org