It is truly amazing that this happens every year! Sometimes several times. It is obviously an evil right-wing plot.
Grew up in New England. We didn’t count it a “Major Nor’easter” until the snow depth exceeded two feet. The seven inches the NOAA is promising my daughter’s place in coastal Maine is just a dusting. Barely enough to bother plowing.
I lived through one in 1977 that left SEVEN feet on our street in Cambridge. THAT was a major storm.
balmy holidays are a preview of something darker: bigger climate extremes, more natural disasters, the specter not of a world where humans suffer through these things and find ways to survive but where we’ve made the planet so uninhabitable that, in the longer run, the planet survives but we don’t. I was thinking about this while standing outside a science museum a couple of days ago with a friend. We were talking about the weather, but not the kind of small talk when you have nothing else to say. “I’m not sure our grandkids will even know what snow is,” she said, with a wry “I’m kidding, but I’m not” laugh.