I hate being teased.
Last weekend I flipped over to The Weather Channel website and there it was: snow.
Granted, it was snow mixed with rain and more than a week away, but there on my computer screen was the flashing icon indicating true wintry weather.
And just as quickly, it was gone -- replaced with a partly cloudy and moderately cold Sunday.
Now, I am a son of the South. I love the spring and summer months for the fishing and the golf. I don't mind fall, when you can add football to the mix. I don't like winter.
Except the snow. My year just isn't complete without a little of the white stuff. In this life, a little snow must fall. (So, yes, there are a lot of incomplete years from growing up in Thomson in my past.)
Of course, the best thing about the snow when I was a child was the excuse to miss school. There was nothing better than waking up on a cold morning, seeing everything white and knowing that I could either sleep in or go play without worrying about class.
Usually I just rode my bike around or talked Dad into building a snowman with me.
Nowadays, I'm not so lucky. In the newspaper world, there are no snow days. In fact, you can plan on working harder -- snow is always a big story, whether an inch fell or a foot covers the ground.
On snow days, the newspaper's world revolves around accidents. I don't know what it is about snow that makes people think, "Hey, why don't I take a drive? A little snow and ice can't hurt..." Maybe it is the vanilla, milk and sugar they need to make "snow ice cream," as my wife calls it. Maybe it's the irrational fear of a blizzard and they want to get to a grocery store to stock up. Maybe they just want to ride around and look at the other idiots tempting fate.
Not that I haven't had my own snow mishap. I don't think my mom knows to this day (scratch that, knew until this morning) that I once slid her car off a dirt road near Mesena Road.
I still do not take blame for the mishap -- which left the car completely undamaged. The road curved, the car decided to slide straight in the icy mud. What was I to do?
Come to think of it, I haven't had a lot of luck traveling in icy conditions around Thomson over the years.
I remember one year at Thomson High School, the snow started falling during the day, distracting students who did little more than peer out the window for the rest of class. The ice also covered nearly every inch of pavement on the campus in a thin sheet of slick ice.
That's the same day I did a perfect dismount down a flight of cement steps. For some reason, iced cement seems much harder than regular cement. And wetter. After the pain stopped, my clothes were still wet and cold.
Maybe I don't like snow that much after all.