Yesterday, we got hit with the western edge of that winter storm that hit the south this week. This is on top of the snow that's already been here. Most of the municipalities in this area have been struggling to keep their road salt supplies up -- salt is delivered by barge on the rivers, which are not completely frozen over, but have enough ice on them to make barge traffic a real pain in the backside.
The township I live in is mostly rural. We are out of road salt here, so the township supervisors declared a state of emergency and requested that everyone stay home and off the roads today unless they need to travel to work, school (and the school district cancelled classes), or to medical appointments. For the most part, those of us who live in the most rural parts of the township don't see any difference from when they're stocked full of salt -- our roads don't get plowed or salted until the main roads are bone-dry. We've all learned to deal with driving on white-knuckle-gettin'-right-with-your-chosen-diety roads.
Well... The local stations in Pittsburgh are having a FIELD DAY with this. Every. Single. One of them has sent a news crew out to report on our salt disaster. This would be all good and fine if they didn't all camp out in front of the friggin' Walmart, which is on a STATE highway. The state has salt galore. The highway they're reporting from is just wet. So one of these dingbats says the emergency declaration is "just a precaution since the roads in the township ** cue grand motion to the highway behind her ** are just wet." Another one felt it was necessary to point out that where the Turnpike passes through the township is all clear. Well, hell. It had better be! They have their own road crew and lots of salt to throw around!!! None of these folks were anywhere NEAR a township road on their way out here to report on the situation.
The parking lot in front of Walmart looks like an idiots' convention, much more than usual....
Meanwhile, as I'm venturing to work, I watch a UPS truck slide sideways for about 50 feet down the road in front of me. I decided that was enough fun and games for one day, pushed the little 4WD button, and had me a nice long chat with The Man Upstairs until He got me safely to some clean road. I'll never do a single naughty thing ever again!!!