I'm off to Denver on one of my regular trips back home this weekend, and it looks a bit dicey weather-wise. Some forecasts are calling for rain, some for rain mixed with snow...and some are calling for a flat-out raging Colorado blizzard with a foot or more of the heaviest, wettest slush you've ever seen falling from the sky.
As is usual, the media will have a field day if the wet slush falls. "A Denver blizzard in springtime April!" the headlines will blare. There will be lots of pictures and video showing hapless drivers trying to dislodge their cars from the drifts. There will be countless reporters interviewing stranded travelers at the airport, who will all be blaming the airlines or the airport for not having 10,000 beds and blankets on hand "just in case."
And I'll smile. This is Denver. This is how it is every spring. We usually get one or two of these surprise hits every year. And two days later, it'll be 60 degrees and sunny.
Luckily, most people remember only what the media tells them, so in their minds, Denver = cold, snowy, mountain-ringed village that one would certainly never want to move to.
And that is just fine by me. Much better to have some sort of containment to keep the population exploding in what, to me, is the absolute best place to live in the whole country.
