This is a repeat of a 2015 column that acknowledged 2014-15 being a record snow winter for Boston. Since then, most were in the normal range of 30-50 inches, but the 2022-23 winter was a near-record low of 11.6 inches.
History shows a very wide range between high- and low snow winters |
This winter's snow is rapidly closing in on setting a new
record for
Snowfall measurement methods are described in great detail in a document from the National Weather Service. Briefly, if snow is falling continuously, depth in the measuring device is measured every six hours, the device emptied and set out again. Results are added up.
One reason for this record-breaking season is that all snow is not created equal. Wet snow means that 6-8 inches converts to one inch of water, but the northeasters that have been repeatedly sweeping through our area have been cold enough to generate powdery snow that is averaging 17-18 inches per inch of water. Telling here is that the thirty days of storms that put so much snow on the ground will in time melt to only five inches of water - not much above average for this time of year.
Parking meters near CVS |
Whatever happened to global warming? The short answer is
that
At some point in the future this will mean more winters of
wet snow, sleet, ice storms and rain.
The first paragraph of this column was a riff on the "But
it is not this day" pre-battle speech in The Lord of the Rings movie, The Return
of the King. Other fictional pre-battle speeches to outnumbered, underdog
troops include those from movies Braveheart and Independence Day, and the
progenitor of them all, the St. Crispin's Day speech from Shakespeare's play,
Henry V. That speech gave us five repeats of "...this day..." and
also the line "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers..." See below.
NOTES
The Lord of the Rings/The Return of the King (Lord Aragorn speaking)
Sons
of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers!
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of Men fails,
When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship,
But it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Man comes crashing down,
But it is not this day!
This day we fight!
By all that you hold dear on this good earth,
I bid you stand, Men of the West!
Henry V (King Henry V speaking)
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair
cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow [enough]
To do our country loss; and if to
live,
The fewer men, the greater share of
honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one
man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my
cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments
wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my
desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man
from
God's peace! I would not lose so
great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would
share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not
wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland,
through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this
fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be
made
And crowns for convoy put into his
purse:
We would not die in that man's
company
That fears his fellowship to die with
us.
This day is called the feast of
Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes
safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is
named,
And rouse him at the name of
Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see
old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his
neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint
Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and
show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on
Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be
forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then
shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household
words
Harry the king,
Be in their flowing cups freshly
remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach
his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go
by,
From this day to the ending of the
world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of
brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood
with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so
vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they
were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles
any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint
Crispin's day.