Blizzards and stay-at-home


Until today, I had no point of comparison. Now, however, I can tell you this as a fact: During a blizzard, stay-at-home is way better than go-to-work.

In the past, I was in a field that obsessed on getting it done, 365 days a year. During one blizzard, a colleague (Ute von der Heyden) spent more than a half-hour trying to rock her way out of the apartment-complex parking lot. "Lady, I don't know what your job is," one guy said,"but it must be important."

Well, newspapering isn't as important as, say, doctoring or policing. It does, however, demand your presence.

Jim Hough and the late Dick Frazier used to tell about the time they were the only ones to reach the newsroom after a storm. They got the paper out; unfortunately, there was no way to deliver it.

Once, I found myself wandering downtown, hoping to interview people trekking in the blizzard. I didn't find any heart-warming stories, but I did find a couple guys walking to a methadone clinic.

You get to work, mainly because that's what newspaper people do. But now I suddenly find myself not connected to a specific newspaper. This wasn't my choice, but I'm adapting by writing TV columns and stories for papers around the country.

It's pleasant work and at-home work. That last part was important today. I shoveled at leisure; I gradually got the snow away. I was in no hurry to go anywhere. I didn't choose it, but there are days when stay-at-home is kind of nice.