Our Mock Blizzard

It's still snowing in Boston Common -- and nowhere else. Now there is enough to drift and ripple in the wind. The sidewalk had to be plowed. I still don't know why this is being done, but it makes me happy. To create a fake snowstorm seems so decadent, so almost arrogant -- such a huge production, one that is taking days and how many dollars, just for the sake of something as trivial as snow. "We cannot wait," shout the snowmakers, "we want snow now!" I love it. It's almost as pompously human as the skyscrapers overlooking the Common. It's our new spectacle, this mock blizzard.

Although now the zamboni, once so adored, circles the Common skating rink, old news, forgotten.