Texas Winter

Yesterday in the grand city of Dallas the temperature fell below 32 degrees. It also rained/freezing rained/sleeted. Where I grew up in Missouri this really would not have been a problem. Life would have gone on more or less as normal. Sure you would wake up a bit earlier to de-ice the car before you drove away. And, you would go a bit slower to avoid sliding into ditches. But, you would continue to go on.

Not in Dallas. In Dallas everyone panics. There is a rush on the grocery store for items such as bread, peanut butter, canned soup and water. There is a rush at the gas station to fill up your tank as much as possible just in case the next gas supply is not able to make it through the ice. One place there is no rush? The interstate. We all shuffle along very slowly to our work destinations. With the exception of a few brave (can also be interpreted as stupid) souls that decide 70 miles per hour is an acceptable speed to drive on ice. Accidents abound...the sand trucks tip over...general chaos ensues.

Until the following day when the high temperature is 65 degrees. Ahhhhh, life in Dallas is never boring.