Um, Hello? Snow?

Ah, the reliable seasonal occurrences in our fair city: Snow; car accidents caused by snow; potholes caused (in part) by snow; parking disputes caused by snow; weather reports predicting fantastic, super-duper, cripple-the-region-and-rock-your-world snow, and, inevitably, the failure of said snow actually to materialize. How disappointed was Bostonist? Very disappointed. Imagine the scene: At 6:15 (15 minutes before our alarm is set to go off), we hear the clarion call of Toddler Bostonist, a firm believer in early-to-bed-early-to-rise. Usually, a pre-alarm wake-up is the occasion for some grumbling on our part, or at the very least a moment of looking longingly at the clock as we savor the last soft touch of our pillow. But today, we thought, "Snow! When we emerge from our darkened bedroom and go through the kitchen to Toddler Bostonist's room, we will look out the back window and see Somerville blanketed in pure, white, early-morning snowy glory!" And so we dashed from bed and up to the window only to see . . . the remains of the weekend's dusting and a bruised-looking gray sky with no white stuff falling from it. As the kids say, WTF? On the radio later, we heard a very apologetic fellow from the National Weather Service explain that the storm unexpectedly sucked dry air from northern New England and evaporated the snow before it hit the ground. Whatever. We think the recently fired Todd Gross is probably to blame.

Photo: Boston, sans snow.