Editor's Notes

Note from the Editor | March 6, 2014

Nick Meyer |

Brutal, this winter is. And I thought last year was bad. Tons of snow, consistent deep freezes, and now, on top of more than three months of all that, the entire city is encrusted in a patchwork of solid sheets of ice. The thousands of unrelenting mini glaciers on roads out there are causing an unprecedented number of dumb accidents, destroying suspension systems, and adding a deep wave of aggravation to an already frazzled population while they’re still trying to combat their seasonal affective disorder. I don’t know about you, but all the roads I frequent are either like mine fields or hockey rinks. Well, hockey rinks with an almost useless layer of sand.

I don’t write all this to complain about the quality of our community’s snow removal efforts – I’ll leave that to those who have nothing else to focus on in life. Plus, I’m not even sure the current situation can be helped by anything other than warmer temperatures. Instead, I write this to explore for myself, and perhaps for you as well, why the hell we choose to live here. The last couple of winters have been terrible, and yet, for some reason most of us never even consider leaving this place. At least not seriously. Is it because all the amazing things about our neck of the woods so dramatically outweigh the four months of frozen tundra? Is it the people? The vibe? Do we even gain something by enduring this madness? I don’t know. But there must be something good – because I’m not leaving. And I’m guessing you’re not either. Guess I’ll see you around.