The problem with Facebook is it can get you into trouble. Thursday night I was looking through the stuff on my “feed” and found a humorous picture from the Texas Hill Country page.

The problem with Facebook is it can get you into trouble. Thursday night I was looking through the stuff on my “feed” and found a humorous picture from the Texas Hill Country page. It showed a supermarket that had been wiped out. Shelves were empty; there was clutter on the floor.
The caption was “People in Dallas be like it’s gonna snow ½ inch.” I think that’s urban talk for “Dallas people made this mess because the weather forecast was for half an inch of snow.”
I “shared” that picture and added “Rolla and Dallas have something in common.”
The reaction wasn’t too bad. No one threatened me.
Preparedness is a good thing, and I favor it, but I think Rolla residents over-react. Some years back I was talking to a man who had been out of town with his family for some days and he got back home on a day when there was supposed to be a terrible snowstorm in the evening. The weather forecasters/alarmists had been on the television and radio all day talking about the havoc that was to be wreaked by Mother Nature or the Lord or the Universe.
That poor ole boy and his family got home in the afternoon after their visit and stopped at the grocery store to get some fresh milk for the kids and some bread and eggs and other goods. They couldn’t find a drop of milk, a yolk of an egg or a crust of bread. The shelves had been cleared.
Sure, it snowed that night, and it accumulated. But the next day, the city plows had the streets clear, and commerce was going on as usual.
That ole boy just shook his head as he recounted how the family had to make do without milk and such because of the panic.
We live in a pretty moderate area of the country. We have four distinct seasons, or used to. They seem to be blurring a bit, thanks to global warming, which I support as I grow older, for I hate cold weather more every year.
My darling wife hates Missouri winters so much that she is spending this one down home in Texas with her sister and family while I toil and suffer here.
But our climate is still moderate, in my opinion. And Missouri weather is such that just within days of a snowstorm, it can be warm and melting. The streets are cleared quickly.
I may have to leave work early to assure getting home, but I’ll be back on the job the following day, for the streets and highways will be cleared.
But the panic that leads to “stocking up” happens every winter. It’s ritualistic. We like the alarm in the voices of the weathercasters. We like to go to the grocery store and fill up a cart and talk to others in line about the impending doom.
Well, I say “we,” but I mean you, because I am not one to prep or get panicked. I live within easy walking distance of a grocery store.
But I like to talk about the weather more than any other subject, and I like to participate in the alarm by encouraging people, with alarm in my voice, to hurry up and get to the grocery store. Yes, my participation tends to be more mocking than serious.

ON ANOTHER SUBJECT: I don’t watch television, use the Internet or talk on a landline phone at home, but I listen to the radio a lot.
When I was a kid, there was a lot of good stuff to hear on the radio. There’s still some pretty good listening on the radio, but you have to be willing to move around on the dial a lot. Sometimes you have to move to your computer. It takes a lot of management. A spreadsheet helps.
Just about the only place to hear good music on the radio in Rolla is on KMST. I listen to classical music on my way home from my day job every afternoon, and I listen to the Sunday morning bluegrass gospel program. I try to listen to the Saturday night bluegrass program regularly.
KMST had a really good program on Sunday evenings that played blues and soul and oddball music, but it seems to have disappeared. Because I haven’t sent KMST any money for a couple of years, I have no right to complain, and I am not.
There’s a classic rock station in Rolla that I listen to quite a bit. They’ve got some good blues programs on Saturday; Sunday nights they have a program with local and Missouri musicians that’s often interesting.
There’s absolutely no authentic country music on the radio any more, so I go to the computer to hear Ernest Tubb, Merle Haggard, Hank Williams Sr., Roy Acuff and others like that, men and women you don’t hear on country radio any more.
Right now I’m listening to play Christmas music.
Sometimes I listen to to hear Texas and Red Dirt Music.
From time to time, I tune in to Bott radio network to hear some good preaching.
Now, listen, one morning on the way to work in St. Robert, I happened upon a radio station at 100.1 FM where there were guys talking about football and nothing but football. It was CBS Sports Radio, and I listened to it every morning for awhile, then it disappeared, came back playing Christmas music and then settled down into modern “country” music. I scurried away from that frequency, running away from it like a rat running from a burning barn.
Some days later I scanned the dial and found more guys talking about football at 107.3 FM. It was ESPN Radio. After just a few days, that station, too, disappeared. That disappointed me, for I was really getting to enjoy two guys named Mike talking while I drove to work.
I like listening to Fox Sports Radio on the weekends on the Keep Tuned To Ramsey radio station.
On weeknights, thank goodness, that station wedges the brilliant interviewer from Missouri, Jim Bohannon, in between long doses of Ramsey. I wish they’d dump a few hours of repetitious Ramsey during the week and put on Fox Sports Radio.
Fortunately, ESPN Radio has reappeared at 107.3. I don’t know how long it will last, but I’m enjoying it while I can.

FINALLY: Elvis Presley just sang on my computer how much he loves Christmas. He said, “O, why can’t every day be like Christmas? Why can’t that feeling go on endlessly? For if every day could be just like Christmas what a wonderful world this would be.”
I guess he never worked a season of Christmas in retail. It can be, and is, fun, but it is good when it is over and a new season starts.