Winters get harder as we get older. Things change. It snows more. It snows less. It gets colder. It’s a lot milder. It all changes as our knees start to creak and the thought of shoveling a foot of snow seems positively daunting.
The concept of winter now versus winter then is all a matter of our mind. One thing that is not a subject for argument, however, is the idea of a “snow day.”
I am sick of them. Of course, teachers and students love them. But as a radio guy, believe me, I’ve had it with them.
Last week I came sauntering down the stairs to head off to the radio station shortly after 5 a.m. and I was surprised to see our 17-year-old on the couch. “What are you doing up so early in the morning, Joe?” I asked.
“Oh, the school just called me. They are closed today.”
The school just called him? I guess this is the cocoon I have lived in through four school-age kids. I am gone when all the action happens in the early-morning hours. I couldn’t believe that Joe didn’t wait to listen to me actually announce the school closing on the radio about an hour from now.
This really got me thinking. Look how much school snow days have changed since we went to school. Now the school calls the kids. Amazing.
I honestly cannot remember how we did snow days when I was a kid. In 1959, for example. I was 10. I simply cannot remember how we found out that school was closed that day. Was there a phone tree? Certainly not. I don’t remember my mother answering the phone and saying, “School is closed? Oh, thanks, Marge. I’ll call the Wilsons.” Never happened. Can you imagine the school secretary calling every family individually? On a rotary dial phone? Of course not.