One of the advantages of my peripatetic childhood - my experience pool is really wide. Not necessarily all that deep, but definitely wide. I've had a lot of different snow days, from a lot of different viewpoints, and seeing my friends on Facebook talking about the blizzard coming in reminded me of a few of them.
Washington, Utah - I saw snow there once. I think it was 2 inches and it shocked the community - snow plows? What the heck is a snow plow? 118 in the shade we can handle - anything below 32, don't even try to talk to us. However, this was back when practically everyone there was still a rancher, so the animals were still taken care of, and everyone had a year's supply of food in their basement (or in the freezer), so there was no run on Quentin Niessen's mercantile. Anything short of nuclear winter was not going to phase them - they were pioneer stock.
Salmon, Idaho - The only place I've ever lived where it was necessary to plug your car in at night to keep the fluids from freezing solid by morning. I remember stepping outside and feeling the snot in my nose freeze. This was back in the early 70s, when elephant bell bottoms were popular (don't judge me - I was 7!), and I used to love the way that little balls of snow would collect around the hem of my pants, so I sort of jingled when I walked. There was snow on the ground pretty much from October through April, but I don't remember them ever calling a snow day - it just didn't happen.
Washington, DC, however - I was working in Fairfax and living in McLean, and we got an unexpected 3 inches of snow. It ended up shutting down the Metro, and I had to wait 11 hours at the office for a cab, but I was stuck with three other guys, and we made a party out of it, with boxed wine and sandwiches we got down at the corner deli. (more to come later)
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