What is so Well Done as a Day in March?
The heavy falls in my region generally come in from the Southeast, just like the hurricane rains. The front line funnels up the moisture from the Gulf of Mexico and makes utterly sodden low hanging clouds, first of rain, then of sleet and freezing rain, then of snow, as the front slowly pushes through, fighting the prevailing westerly winds.
When the Alberta Clippers blow in from the Northwest, the snow is dryer, usually drawn up from the Great Lakes, the accumulation less, and the cold slams through hard, like a fast freight.
Sometimes both hit at once and the result can be a doozy--lots of accumulation and bitter cold--the storm is still uncertain, but exactly this might be coming our way. If so, people will be really holing up--Level Emergencies, school closings, and so forth.
I'm looking forward to it. I love weather. Two of the places I've been happiest are on our seacoasts--either the Atlantic, with the constantly growling undertow on its rocky bottom, or the Pacific, with its smooth, drumlike rolls, loud in storms, soft in calms, but even and smooth in all cases. Weather is movement of air, genuine fluctuations of air pressure, and variety in winds. Columbus seldom has weather, Columbus has climate.
In fact, Columbus has climate in the way that some people have attitude. Actually it has climate the way some people have an attitude problem. We have stagnant air inversions, even in the Winter, for heaven's sake! Despite regular visits by the Alberta Clippers! I need more weather, and so does my town.
Maybe they could bottle me some weather. Wait a minute, this is America! Maybe I should bottle it, sell it, and make myself Big Bucks. And get the economy moving in consequence.
That sounds like a plan. Since you have a little extra cash from the President's tax cuts, and you soon will have private Social Security accounts to invest, can you, by any chance, float me some venture capital?