We New Englanders have a strong winter survival instinct and a natural penchant for hunkering down, and that was clearly displayed by the mad rush on grocery stores and gasoline stations that happened on Thursday and Friday. Many stores were left with shelves savaged and several gas stations were utterly drained of fuel. In retrospect, it’s a funny reaction given that we were really only hunkered down for a day and a half. Surely most of us had enough milk, bread and ice cream to survive 36 hours.
One final thought. This was the first year that snowstorms were given names, with this one nominated as Nemo. This is a Weather Channel gimmick that thankfully very few people seem to have embraced. It’s bad enough that every storm has to be hyped. Now we’ll start seeing too-cute-and-clever storm descriptors (maybe Nasty Nemo or some similar nonsense.) No, please, just give it to us straight. The Blizzard of ’78 didn’t need a clever name. Neither does the Blizzard of 2013.