When it comes to blizzards – no matter how great, as this
one (on Jan. 23rd) most certainly was – they should not come with a
name.
Blizzards – and for that matter hurricanes and tropical
storms – should not be the equivalent of pets. They are less golden retriever
than wild boar. If it were possible, some people who shoot to kill a blizzard
just as they would shoot to kill a charging boar hog. They wouldn’t be naming
it before they pulled the trigger.
What’s more, it just doesn’t catch on. In the three days
since Jan. 23, not a single person asked me how I was enjoying Jonas. Perhaps
if its name were Donald or Ted or Marco, then, yeah, folks would be gassing on
about Donald this and Marco that. But Jonas just didn’t fly.
Does it have to do with meteorologists not getting enough
respect? That like the Entertainment Tonight folks they need to be associated
with celebrities? Not Brad and Beyonce and Kim. But Katrina, Sandy and Jonas.
Sad. Not Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD. Just sad.
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