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You've all seen those lovely
Currier and Ives portraits of snow cascading down
while happy youngsters sleigh through the woods without
a care on their horse-drawn sleds.
We've got something like that going on
in Pittsburgh but minus the sleighs, the sleds, the
horses and the happiness.
In less than twelve hours last
Saturday night and Sunday morning, a winter storm dumped
at least 20 inches of snow throughout the
Pennsylvania Governor Ed
Rendell declared the Commonwealth in a state of
emergency. For the tens of thousands still without
electricity, it's a deepening crisis.
This storm's fury reminds old timers
of the November 1950
Great Appalachian Storm that dropped
30 inches of snow on Pittsburgh. The snow may not
have been the worst of it. A month later when an
unseasonable warm spell hit the region, flooding added
to the weather-related chaos.
Days after this year's snow, the
Public Works Department acknowledges that
Our house is on one of
those tertiary roads where a downed tree branch crashed
into our car's passenger window.
In the yard, the snow
comes up to mid-thigh. Outdoor furniture is buried.
Dozens of icicles, some as long as five feet, are hang
off the roof.
Since our house is over
100 years old, it has no garage. The long and winding
driveway needs daily plowing even though leaving home is
risky.
A path to the mailbox
down the road has to be cleared so that the postal
carrier office can access it if he tries to make it
through. Some days he can and others he cannot.
Schools and some
businesses have been shut down for three days with
further closings likely.
Supermarket shelves are bare of
the essentials. Two days ago, there wasn't an egg or
a quart of milk available. Apparently, nothing strikes
fear into locals' hearts more than the threat of snow.
If I didn't know better, I would think that the grocery
chains collude with weather channels to drive business.
As I write, a new storm is hitting
Pittsburgh's five day
forecast reads as follows: snow, snow flurries, snow
showers, snow and snow flurries. Luckily, I bought
earmuffs a few days ago.
All of this is
inconvenient to put it kindly.
In my previous columns about
Now on the heels of one
of grayest, coolest wettest summers in history comes
what the Weather
Channel calls
"February's Fury"
Despite the snow, I still insist that
that good weather is only one element in the
quality of life. When I moved from
California in July 2008, I fully believed that
Instead of considering
a
return to California, I'm vigorously combating my
Seasonal Affective Disorder, a new phenomenon discovered
by
According to Kalayjian, I am in
complete control of my mood. Outside factors like lousy
weather should not alter my humor.
If, in the midst of a ten-day long
raging blizzard or endless summer days of drenching
rain, I find myself depressed, Kalayjian urges me to
read a good book, play soothing music or his best idea
of all look at my photo album from my last Hawaiian
vacation.
These simple steps, insists Kalayjian,
will transform me right back into my usual jolly self.
And I plan to get busy curing my SAD affliction this very morning just as soon as I return from shoveling my driveway.
Joe Guzzardi [email him] is a California native who recently fled the state because of over-immigration, over-population and a rapidly deteriorating quality of life. He has moved to Pittsburgh, PA where the air is clean and the growth rate stable. A long-time instructor in English at the Lodi Adult School, Guzzardi has been writing a weekly column since 1988. It currently appears in the Lodi News-Sentinel.