I want some snow. Just a little bit that will fall gently on my face and where I can smell it.

I love the smell of snow.

If you are following Twitter, which I suggest you do if you don’t, there is quite a bit of talk about wishing for snow, or making wards to hang around the state of Tennessee to keep it out. I like Twitter although I was initially a huge skeptic about it. I know more about traffic in Knoxville and Nashville each and every morning. And, in some respects, it’s more accurate on weather reports than Doppler radar.

Big Stupid Tommy has a theory:

Maybe I’m weird. I’d like a little snow.

That might make me especially weird, since most of you know I work in the grocery business. And, in most places, and in this place especially, the mere whisper of the word will send the world scurrying to the grocery store to buy the milk and the bread (and the Little Debbies and the Cokes and the Cigarettes…). We like to make the joke that Jimmy Joe Cottonbottom’s not bought a gallon of milk nor drank a glass of the stuff since before the turn of the millennium, but upon the grumbling of the word by the guys on Channel 3, he’s gotta speed over to the Stop n’ Shop to buy two gallons.

Maybe milk wards off snow. That’s a thought….