IT SNOWED ON MARS

The temp was 130 below. No wonder it snowed. Though they used to tell me it was too cold to snow. I never understood that.

It seems we have a weather tracker on Mars to report the meteorological findings. Maybe that's the way we should do it on earth. No forecasting; just reporting expos facto. That way they get it right. Except at Sky Harbor Airport where there's a quark or something that leads to erroneous reporting.

Trying to avoid the killer science lab classes in college, I took Botany, Zoology, Climate, Weather, Conservation, and an Independent Study Life Science class for my GSC requirements to get a BS instead of a BA. What for? I still don't know.

But when there are questions about occluded fronts or water tables, I still get asked to delve into my memory bank for scientific answers. Having achieved my last A in a science class in Mrs Anderson's 7th grade, I often times have to wing it. (I tried to earn an A in Conservation by selling out and answering a final exam question about the most important class SIU offered: I kissed up and said Conservation, but I still think I only got a B.) Which still kept me alive and out of Nam, which was the main objective for my going to college anyway.

So, I say, let it snow on Mars. There's no one there to declare Snow Days, no tips of ears to freeze, no snow angels waiting to be made, no streets to clear or driveways to shovel. And no one to see the beauty.