I ranted yesterday at Facebook about the stupidity of naming normal winter snowstorms. If we get 50-60" of snow like The Great Blizzard of 1888 or even the snow and coastal tidal damage of the Blizzard of '78 (but the January 1978 storm when the Lord's Point Inn at Kennebunk Beach washed out to sea is practically forgotten in the wake of the February storm), or the April Fool's Storm of 1990-something, then the naming takes care of itself and actually makes sense. (Tom and I were snowed in for three days in April 1982 -- Town of Nottingham was shut down because the town clerk lived next door and town plows couldn't get through Priest Road. They finally got a huge front end loader through after three days -- and even it got stuck between Mary's and our house.)

This has NOT been a horrible winter. And this is NOT a storm of the century or even close. Geez, people, it was a snowstorm, a normal part of a New England winter. Sure, high annoyance factor because it's March, Daylight Savings Time, and we've had some 60 degree F. days (interspersed with 8 degree days).

So stay off the roads and take a snow day, fer-pete's-sake. Save the names for the hurricanes. What are ya? A bunch of weather wimps?

Here in Nottingham, NH we officially got 13 inches. I'm not plowed out yet and my neighbor will come down and shovel because my shoulder is still giving me grief and I'm not sure I can get the door open (though I tried yesterday to push the snow down in front of it). I don't have to go out today until 6 p.m. -- my Voicearound in Dover.

Linn