It may not have anything to do with guns, but last week's "weather disaster" in Atlanta has everything to do with preparedness, so I believe that gives me enough of a right to rant!...
I guess I'm lucky. I work from home, so when the snow started falling I thought "Oh, Pretty!!!" And then went back to my desk. Having grown up in Manhattan, snow doesn't cause all that much excitement in my house. As a child my school's policy was that a "snow day" wouldn't happen unless an ambulence couldn't get down the street. I can remember about four total snow days in my entire grade school and high school career. This is probably due to multiple factors: New York City has the trucks and salt to spread and does so most every year, the city's streets are trapping heat from below that melts the snow as it falls, buildings are required to clear ice from the sidewalks in front of them, most people walk in Manhattan (as I did to school every day) and walking in snow isn't as difficult as driving in it.
Now, I'm often the first to defend my adopted southern home, but after the 2011 storm and now 2014 I am forced to shake my head in disappointment and shame. In 2011, as the snow fell on a cold Sunday night, I waited to hear if my university would be closed the following day. As we awoke on Monday morning to a snow covered Dixie (and school was of corse, canceled) I turned to my norther raised friend and asked,
"So when are they going to get the ploughs out?" His response basically blew my mind,
"They don't have any."
"Then what are we supposed to do? Wait till spring?" I joked, because I didn't know what else to do!
"Thaw," he said. And that's exactly what happened. Everyday the snow melted a bit, but then, every night, it would freeze back up again. And so we sat and waited for an entire week in January 2011. All I could think was,
"What a waste!"