Today, the talk of the town, in fact the entire coast is that we here in Coastal Mississippi have a chance of snow. I had an off day from work and did a little shopping this afternoon. In each store children and adults alike were talking snow.
We are headed into winter and I know for many snow is a mere nuisance entailing shoveling, plowing, and general inconvenience. Yet, in these southern climes (subtropic zone eight for the gardening folks) the mere concept of snow is almost mythical. If folks down here didn't mark time by hurricanes, as in, "I remember back in '72, three years after Camille..." then I'm sure they would mark time by the instances of actual real live snow on the coast. For example, "I remember, we bought our house the summer after the big snow of 1948." In this case, the "big snow" would actually be a dusting that melted as it hit the ground but here on the coast that would count.
To be honest, I'm afraid those with snowflakes dancing in their eyes are destined to have their hopes dashed in a soggy drippy reality. However, I have to admit, it sure would be fun to wake up to a little snow in the morning.
(Disclaimer: I have no idea if there was any actual real snow on the coast in 1948. I'm too lazy tonight to do weather research. However, Camille did hit in 1969 so that part is true.)
Photo: Taken at 5th Avenue and 57th Street in Manhattan, Thanksgiving Day 2009.
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