Anticipation

Listening to my favorite local radio station early this morning was quite the blast from the past.  The host read 34 minutes from the school closing list.  No snow at the time; but scary amounts were due later in the afternoon.  No self respecting principal wants to get stuck with a building full of cranky children.  Let them stay home and drive their own parents crazy.

Of course in my childhood this never would have happened.  There was no television crawl at the bottom of the program,  If we were lucky we'd get to listen Ray Raynor or the other channel 9 announcers call out the school closings.  A hint.  I went to Catholic school.  They NEVER closed.  Those stories about tramping miles in a blizzard actually happened.

Anyway my children are all grown and gone, but I still found myself feeling keyed up as more and more names were announced.  Finally my old elementary school name and today's version of my old high school were called.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  Then sent out a salute to all the parents who would be scrambling to locate some daycare for the day.  Mommies and Daddies, unless they were teachers at the closed schools probably had to show up for work.

The DJ played Frank Sinatra's version of "Let it Snow".  I decided not to wait and watch for kids armed with shovels going door to door.  That I know just doesn't happen.