How shortlived memories can be.

I just got off the phone with my sister, who was all excited/nervous about the SNOW that they're predicting for Wednesday.

Apparently she's forgotten the last six winters.

Apparently she's forgotten how, week after week, all of the local stations start hollering "Snow! Snow! Snow!" every time their ratings drop.

They know that this will get people to tune in for the latest forecast, the latest school closings, the latest bullshit.

For me, this all came to a head last Winter, when the forecasts for snow were so persuasive that there were several preemptive school closings.

Before a single flake had fallen.

Then, surprise! it turned out that the forecasts were wrong after all, there was no snow at all.

But tune in tomorrow, as a new system is making its way out of the Rockies. Will we see a white weekend? Find out at 6:00, 11:00, and noon!

I'm not buying their crap anymore.

I like snow. I missed it a lot when I lived in Seattle. I'd like to see it snow.

So I hope I'm wrong, and I hope the professionals are right.

But I'm not counting on it.