“Stella. One Helluva Storm.”
Did the Weather Channel know that naming a storm “Stella” would make tagline creation so simple? “Stella: One Helluva” Gosh, that was as easy as a Staples button-push!
They began predicting this She-devil a week in advance. Betting pools pitted American models against European models. Weather weenies like us were glued to our screens like they were smeared with cocaine. Sadly for us, hope for a knock-out against the mountains waned as the days slipped by.More and more it looked like the Big Cities were going to be the Big Victims, and as such were in a state of total meltdown. We didn’t even have to be there; we’ve lived there long enough to know. Bread and toilet paper would become currency. Salt and shovels would be front and center in, of all places, drug stores. You’d think city-dwellers in the Mid-Atlantic hadn’t encountered a snowstorm since the last Ice Age. So if there’s going to be a record snowfall, let it be in the mountains and let the Flatlanders battle their rush hours in peace. It would have been easier if the storm’s path hadn’t taken a sharp left turn only eighteen hours prior to hitting. But thanks to the aplomb which mountain folks have toward natural events, we “weathered” it pretty well.
Being the newly-minted expat flatlanders that we were, our shelves