At the end of another week of dreary sameness – a little more snow, a lot more cold – came the bitterly disappointing news: As bad as it has been, this was not a record-breaking winter.
For some reason, the “calendar winter” of Dec. 21-March 21 isn’t good enough for the weather people. They’ve come up with “meteorological winter” to measure the snowfall for December, January and February. The record for that period was 61.1 inches set in 1981-82. This year, the city was at 59.4 inches on the last day used to qualify, just 1.7 inches shy of the record. And, just for a little salt in the wound, the National Weather Service predicted as much as 5 inches of snow over the weekend, just a day or two (depending on when it hits) after it could have counted for the record.
So Indianapolis gets the bragging rights – it has already experienced its snowiest winter season on record. Its residents are now allowed to say, now and forever, “Yes, children, don’t know anything about bad weather. Let me tell you about the worst winter ever.” If the season hasn’t been the snowiest or the hottest or the coldest or the driest or the wettest, nobody wants to hear about it. Those clowns from 1981-82 still haven’t shut up, and we just have to take it.
Maybe we’ll get a lot of rain and the flooding will be so much worse than it was in 1982. That would be something to brag about, huh? That’s not too perverse a wish, is it?
The federal Climate Prediction Center’s latest forecast suggests that snow and cold could continue to hit Indiana into late March. A colder than normal spring is expected. The coldest ever, perhaps?
In the meantime, did you hear that we did have the snowiest January on record? Start practicing on how you’ll tell the grandkids.