Americans love to talk about the weather as evidenced by the success of The Weather Channel and a new rival that DirectTV is starting up. I’ve lately been struck by how relative weather is to what you’re accustomed to.
I lived more than 35 years in Washington, DC, where winters are so mild, the federal government and schools close down when three inches of snow hits the ground. Bread and milk disappear from store shelves. The last 10 years I’ve soldiered through Minnesota winters, where the morning TV weather reporters make happy talk when the temperature will be above zero in January. A foot of snow doesn’t close schools or government.
But I also spend a lot of time in Los Angeles where locals don down ski vests when the thermometer hits 60 degrees and worry about driving on those rare occasions when it rains.
Not only does travel deliver new experiences in sights, sounds, smells, cuisine, art, language and a dozen of other things, the outlook on something as basic as the weather varies, too, and it’s great fun to see how one man’s spring-like weather is another’s bitter cold.
But I’d still rather be in SoCal in January.