Posts Tagged ‘New England’

 

Have We Become Snow Wimps–And Why That’s OK

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

just-an-inch.jpgGrowing up in New York City in the 50s and 60s I seldom got to experience school cancellations or delays. If it snowed we went to school. The official pronouncement from the Board of Education was, “tough nuggies.”

I hear similar stories all the time. People muse over the fact that this is New England and it does snow. “When I was a kid…,” they’ll begin. No need to finish the sentence. We all know where it’s going.

Is today’s reaction to a tiny snowfall prima facie evidence that we’ve gone wimpy? No! No emphatically.

Schools weren’t canceled as quickly 30-40 years ago (and more recently as well) because we just didn’t know what was coming! Yes, there were weather forecasts, but they were awful compared to today’s (and today’s have room for improvement).

We just don’t have “Blizzard of ‘78″ scenarios anymore.

We still get blizzards, but we’re not surprised by them. 1978’s storm was by-and-large unexpected. Sure the exact snow forecast timing might still be off or we’ll blow the amount of snow, but it’s been a long time since snow snuck in totally unannounced or a forecast of flurries became a dumping.

School superintendents wake up with “actionable intelligence,” to steal a military expression. That leaves them with a quandary. What’s the potential downside for having school versus canceling–especially with the huge percentage of kids who bus in?

There is no upside having school on a snowy day and plenty of potential downside. That’s why they’ve developed hair triggers and why schools are shut at the drop of a hat. It’s also why “snow days” are already built into the calendar.

Pity the superintendent who keeps schools open and has a bus slide off the road, even without injuries!

Weather forecasts have more utility and they’re being used. That’s a good thing. On the other hand old habits die hard. That’s bad.

Because we have better forecasts (and much, much better mechanized technology) your chances of being stranded somewhere for more than a handful of hours because of snow have become very low. Still the mere mention of snow causes a panicked run on supermarkets!

Are we really that scared of running out of milk, bread and eggs? Is this 1952? We have plows. We have salt/sand and ice busting chemistry. Many people have 4-wheel drive vehicles.

The real wimps aren’t running schools. The wimps are at the grocery store!

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The Foxes At The Big E

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Big E MidwayWe came. We saw. We ate… and ate!

Today was “Big E” day for the Fox Family. Stef and Helaine dropped Roxie at the vet for her “Tribute to Bob Barker” day then headed home to wake me. By 9:30 AM we were on the road, heading north to West Springfield, MA.

I started the day with a scratchy throat. No change there. We’re back home now–exhausted.

We saw animals and ate food… lots of food… lots of bad-for-you food and walked the grounds. The Big E is New England’s state fair, so it’s pretty large.

I also took around 350 photos. I plan on putting some sort of slide show together, but for now I just wanted to check in and say I’m alive.

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Sick On A Day Off–The Saddest Situation

Monday, September 28th, 2009

This might be the saddest situation possible. I’ve taken tomorrow off and now I’m getting sick. My muscles are a little achy and I’ve had a headache for over 24 hours.

A sick day… and I can’t even take a sick day! Oh the humanity.

We are planning to head to the Big-E tomorrow. That’s the Eastern States Exposition in West Springfield, MA–as close as New England gets to a state fair.

A few moments ago I explained to Stef, via BlackBerry Messenger, whatever ails me can be cured by fried dough. For the time being I’m sticking to that assessment.

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Danny Moves Your Fanny

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

danny-thurs-afternoon-plot.gifBack in Buffalo fabled morning disk jockey (and all around good guy) Dan Nevereth had a jingle (and ad campaign) which said, “Danny moves your fanny in the morning.¹″ My question is whether that will be true Saturday morning as Tropical Storm or possibly Hurricane Danny bears down on New England?

I keep looking at the data on Danny hoping to find a morsel which will give me a little relief. Nothing. It’s unlikely we’ll get hit directly, but how much impact will there be? The line between some and none is tough to find.

Added to this a planned weekend trip out-of-town. I fly out and back in not much more than 24 hours! If conditions warrant my trip is canceled. That’s not even under discussion. My first obligation is here in Connecticut.

When do I make my decision? I always tell viewers to wait until the very last moment. I’ll follow my own advice. A decision to “eat the ticket” won’t be made until Saturday morning.

No matter what Danny doesn’t look like it’s going to be a powerhouse. That’s good. The romance of a hurricane is that only in the abstract. I’ve never met anyone who felt the same way after a few days without electricity.

¹ – Video of this commercial is not on Youtube! It’s probably the only commercial in America not online. I’d love to see a copy if you have one.

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Difficult Forecasts

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

It is quiet tonight in the Fox house. Helaine and Stef are asleep. I am alone in my office, lit by a single lamp. It’s 64° outside so the window’s open.

If you’re really still the sound of intermittent rain falling from leaves can be heard. It’s tough to say whether it’s actually raining or if this is residual moisture from earlier showers. It doesn’t matter. To be outside is to be enveloped by the moisture that saturates the atmosphere… and now too the ground.

This is an all weather area. Little that comes from the sky can’t be handled on the ground. In nearly 20 years I’ve never seen our nearby brook do much more than get angry and stray a few feet. It looks pretty when it’s wet.

I never know how to describe this area. We more rural that suburban, though we’re not rural. The homes are spread out here, more because of well water and septic systems than anything else. You need room to produce and process water!

This is probably the first house built on this land. A stone wall in my backyard marks some old property line. Walls were always built in the open, but it’s now hemmed in by mature trees. It’s been a long time since anyone tried to grow anything on this rock infused New England soil.

I am being driven crazy by the current weather scenario. Not because of what it is, but because of how difficult impossible it is to forecast beyond 60 hours! I know a lot of people think 8-days is too far ahead to forecast, but there is some utility–especially the long range temperatures. Now three days has me flummoxed.

The computer models are fine tuned on actual weather, so when something really unusual takes place they have trouble following what’s going on. Obviously, this pattern is exceptionally unusual.

The 12Z GFS (a computer model run at 8:00AM or 12Z) showed a cutoff low in the Northern Plains for next week which basically stood still for days at a time. Could it happen? Sure, but it would be the first I’ve ever seen in 25 years here! And, of course, everything else in the model is closely related to this large feature. If it’s wrong (and it most likely is) everything else is wrong.

“Discard it,” you say. “If it’s wrong just ditch it.”

The problem is going beyond a few days humans aren’t capable of producing a reliable forecast without this high level mathematical help. We may know it’s wrong, but we don’t know what is right and there are a variety of possible solutions.

If it was just a question of working harder to get the forecast right I would. In the meantime I grin and bear it trying not to mislead those who trust me.

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Just Another Football Sunday

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

“I’m going to fold these jeans and leave them near the bed for tomorrow,” I told Helaine last night. “Right,” she said. “Will you even be up for the first game?”

OK–I never got out of my pajamas today. I didn’t take the camera out as I’d planned. In fact I barely made halftime before coming downstairs. I hate it when she knows more about me than I do.

We spent the day watching football on TV. The daytime games didn’t hold much more than peripheral interest for us, though I enjoyed watching Oakland and New England play a full four quarters in heavy rain.

With the Eagles way behind we’ve taken to rooting against teams hoping for entree to the NFC wild card. Lose Redskins. Lose Cowboys. Lose Atlanta. We got two of three.

“Go Giants,” Helaine said earlier today. Really? It’s come to that? How sad.

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Bob Lacey Brings His Vacation To Connecticut

Monday, July 14th, 2008


My friend Bob came to Connecticut to spend a day. We weren’t going to squander it!

He left Charlotte, NC Saturday morning and was here by mid-afternoon. It didn’t take long to drop-the-top on my car so the two of us could head out. We hit the Glenwood Drive-In, a local dog house, before turning south to the shoreline.

Bob grew up here. He likes to go back to those places he remembers as a kid–especially the shore. We took I-91 south to I-95 then turned east¹. We drove over the Connecticut River and exited on Route 156 in Old Lyme.

Old Lyme is an interesting place, because there are really two Old Lymes… at least to me. There is the beach area of Old Lyme with the Miami Beach Association’s plot of sand flanked by some loud beachside bars. There’s also the more quiet, more traditional Old Lyme. The homes aren’t as special as the care taken of them. In that way it reminds me of Greenwich or “The Flats” area in Beverly Hills. It’s quite beautiful in an understated way that can only be achieved when the construction in your town is mature.

We crossed back and continued up river to Essex. This is another picturesque New England community on the Connecticut River. Most people know it for its scenic railroad with steam engine rides up-the-river.

While Bob perused a gallery on Main Street, “Clicky” and I staked out the street, looking for photos to take. That’s where I ran into “W,” the dog. I held the camera very low to the ground and snapped away. It was too low for me to look through the viewfinder. I’m getting better at these low point-of-view shots, but still wasted most of what I took because the top of the dog’s head was out of my frame!

Down the street was a pretty town park which sloped to South Cove, on the river. Right in the middle a wedding party was posing for pictures. It was a spectacular day. I wonder how much angst the bride had hoping the forecast would come true?

Our evening ended with Helaine joining us for dinner at Lenny’s in Branford. Bob and I had the “Shore Dinner.”

As we drove home I saw I’d put over 100 miles on without going much of anywhere.

Bob left after breakfast on Sunday morning. He was on his way to Maine for a week with his grown son, Christopher. If he keeps the rest of his vacation as tightly packed as this first day, he’ll have no vacation.

¹ – Though I-95 runs mainly east-west in Connecticut, it is marked north-south. To go east, follow the signs for north and vice versa.

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The Family That Bowls Together

Friday, March 21st, 2008

PIC-0040I am sworn not to say what the special day is. Fine. Today is a special day. Let’s leave it at that. I have taken off from work to add to the specialosity.

So, what do you do in Hamden, CT on a special day? At the Fox house, a day like today calls for bowling!

We headed out this afternoon to our local bowling establishment. You’ve got to be careful here in New England. There is ‘real’ bowling, but if you’re not careful you can mistakenly end up ‘duck pin’ bowling. It’s not pretty.

Whose idea was that? Tiny ball without holes. Three balls in a frame. No one seriously thinks that’s bowling, right?

None of us is particularly athletic. None of us is a good bowler (though having lived in Buffalo, both Helaine and I have our own ball and shoes). We are, however, naturally competitive.

Stef led in the first game, only to get passed in the 9th frame. She wasn’t too happy.

In the second game I caught fire (for me), bowling a 147.

The third game was Stef’s turn to shine. She bowled her own 147, hitting a few doubles on the way.

While she was shining, I was tanking. That was probably just as satisfying. Like I said, we’re competitive.

Though we both bowled 147s, only Stef bowled above her weight. She wins!

Our special occasion dinner was at Olive Garden. This was the special person’s request, which was honored.

All kidding aside, Helaine and I have a college age daughter who chose to spend this day… in fact this entire week… with her parents. We get it. This is a good thing.

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Poker At Mohegan Sun

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

PIC-0031Helaine’s out of town. I’m off from work. It’s cold and gray and the sky is spitting from time-to-time.

I went to play poker.

My friend Rick and I decided to go to Mohegan Sun. Foxwoods, Mohegan Sun’s own Lex Luther, is the casino more known for poker. Mohegan Sun has just added some electronic tables and has a few moderately priced tournaments. It’s also around 15 minutes closer.

The weather really sucked this morning, but it didn’t slow our progress across Connecticut’s shoreline and then up to the north, close to its eastern border. Mohegan Sun is in Uncasville, right on the Thames River (upriver from the Groton Sub Base). It’s really a beautiful countrified area with two gigantic casino hotel complexes.

Connecticut’s two Indian casinos are in a part of the start which had been more like the rest of New England than the rest of Connecticut. It is rural, with light industry. At one time, there were many mills. No more.

The casinos have changed everything with an influx of workers from every corner of the Earth. English as a Second Language” programs in school often see Chinese, or other less common tongues, as the first language.

PIC-0026The Sun’s poker room is wedged in the middle of the casino. The tables are spread out, forming an elongated oval with lots of foot traffic on either side.

This was my second chance to try electronic tables. It was much more enjoyable than my trip to the Commerce in Los Angeles. Maybe the addition of technology takes some getting used to? Whatever the reason, the play was much more like ‘real’ poker this time.

The electronic tables are faster and there are no dealer mistakes. One of the floor bosses told me, he hasn’t seen one fight since these tables have come in!

We played an 11:30 tournament, a little limit Hold’em and two ’sit ‘n go’ tournaments. Rick did well. I did not. I find my current play suspect.

As it turns out, the winner buys dinner rule was in effect.

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Who Has It Worse?

Friday, January 4th, 2008

It was six above as I pulled in the garage. We’ve haven’t bottomed out quite yet. Last night was comparably cold.

I walked in the house and it was warm. Sure, I’m burning twenties in the furnace, but it’s comfy here. We are equipped to deal with New England winters.

Let me contrast that with Florida.

RECORD EVENT REPORT

NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE MELBOURNE

455 PM EST THU JAN 03 2008

…BELIEVE IT OR NOT…

…RECORD DAILY MAXIMUM SNOWFALL SET AT DAYTONA BEACH…

A FEW SNOW FLURRIES WERE REPORTED ALONG THE VOLUSIA COUNTY COAST

FROM AROUND 7 AM TO 930 AM THIS MORNING. A BRIEF FLURRY OCCURRED AT

THE OFFICAL CLIMATE SITE…THE DAYTONA BEACH INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.

THE RESULT OF THIS FLURRY IS A RECORD SNOWFALL OF A TRACE. THIS OF

COURSE PILED HIGHER THAN THE OLD RECORD FOR THIS DATE OF NONE.

2001.

NWS record reports usually don’t come with humor. Obviously, tonight in the East, none come with warmth.

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