Living in New England, I am especially cynical about weather forecasters. At least a dozen times a year, the local forecasters will breathlessly hype the next "northeaster" with 15-minute updates and whiz-bang graphics showing the utter havoc this coming winter storm may wreak upon the area, sending thousands of worried housewives into supermarkets to clear the shelves of milk and bread. Why milk and bread? I have no idea. But for some reason, people up here operate under the assumption that they must have mass quantities of milk and bread on hand during winter storms.
Most of the time, the much talked about snowstorm heads out to sea or takes an inland track, switching the snow over to rain. But even when we get hit hard, everybody is plowed and shovelled out again within 24 hours.
In my nearly 40 years of living in New England, I only remember ONE storm that truly shut the area down for more than a day. That was the blizzard of 1978. And ironically the forecasters totally missed that one until it was virtually on top of us.