Zoomer Boomer: Forecasting is a slippery slope
January 5, 2018
Snowed in! as in B-L-I-Z-Z-A-R-D. For many this is the perfect dream to ring out the old and bring in the new. Once you get past the dream, however, the reality of actually moving snow sets it. Only this time it is more along the lines of "get the shovel, shovel the snow, this means you."
For outdoor oriented Zoomer Boomers, winter sports are a wonderful change of pace, a way to break out of the mundaneness of routine. But as everyone in Grand County knows, Mother Nature in winter has a way of forcing things into perspective.
Without even having to dip our toes into that craziness referred to as man-made climate change, let's simply start with that great hoax on the American public we fondly refer to as the "science" of meteorology. Esoteric modeling aside with no published reports on accuracy of such, we should all be able to get a job where we get paid very good money independently of the quality of our output. Think about the training involved for such a position. Certainly, there is the need for the million-dollar smile. But let's not overlook the years of training that go into learning how to wave one's arms in such a way that adds complete meaninglessness to any words being spoken. Method actors have nothing on weather people majoring in gravitas.
And who could ever discredit the untold minutes of practice in flipping the proverbial coin in an effort to discern precipitation or not? Rumor has it that there is only one coin and one elected flipper and every member of the meteorological fraternity pledges to accept the outcome of this flip. It seems that this occupational ritual lessens significantly the wear and tear on suitable weather coins and also makes for harmony on the air waves and less confusion for the viewing public. Simply providing a prophesy with the proper conditionals somehow addresses and alleviates everyone's desire to "know" what the future holds. The two keys to being a good fortune teller are surrounding yourself with folks who have no memories and personally never saying "Oops—my bad!"
The weather guessing occupation notwithstanding, Zoomer Boomers in the Colorado Rockies know that the real unsung heroes are the independent snowplow operators. Braving the elements in all their glory, they fire up their trusty vehicles armed only with warm clothes, a plow blade, and the knowledge that upon their shoulders rests the weight of everything transportationally dependent. From driveways to side roads to main thoroughfares, their courage on ice and ability to see through solid sheets of white enable the rest of us to get out and get somewhere. Southern Zoomer Boomers can only marvel at the ease and expertise with which these experts ply their craft. Theirs must be a calling, perhaps even a genetic predisposition! At least now when the pass is cleared, we'll be able to get to it, although over it might be a different story.
So, given the probability of blizzards, the sureness of freezing temperatures, and the prevalence of ice, why would any sane Zoomer Boomer want to venture out away from the warmth and security of home and hearth? Because it is just plain F-U-N! Whether skiing downhill or cross country, snowboarding, snowshoeing, or just strolling through a winter wonderland, you cannot help but feel better. There is something about cooperating with Nature that helps put the normal travails of life into a much better perspective. The secret lies in the word itself: "re" "create." At our stage of life, this is our one sure antidote to the boredom of "been there, done that."
Unless, of course, you are a coin-flipping weatherperson!
Following a successful international business career, John Riddell turned his attention to small business/entrepreneurial pursuits that included corporate turn-arounds, start-ups, teaching as an adjunct business school professor, authoring award winning business and sports columns, and serving as VP for the Chattanooga Chamber of Commerce. directing its Center for Entrepreneurial Growth.