I'm 12 years old. So normally I don't care about the news. I always talking that boring

stuff. But this morning, when I turn over under the covers and see this snow drift,

I pound and give my bedroom window a run. Top speed to turn the TV off. And the weatherman is

giddy. It's coming down folks. Be sure to wear that extra layer of long john and stay home if

you can because the roads are treacherous. The screen shifts over cars, veer to odd angles and

ditches. Already school system are reporting cancellations. Gonna see. Byron Center, Zeeland,

Calabonia, at the lake effect snow and sent mail says they want me going to school today folks.

Comstock project call it quick. And by now, my brother is sitting next to me on the couch

and we suddenly both found our religion praying to Jesus and God in the Holy Spirit to please.

Please, please, please. Say, can't win. Can't win. Say, can't win. What is life?

Grand Rapid School, including the key squad rappers area, ask all of their students and faculty to

stay off the roads today. Say, can't win. Alan Day, Grand Haven, Carrotsville.

Everybody in the world could close their school and we still have to go like they want us to

slide off the icy roads and die. Hudsonville, they're down for the count. Muskegon called in quits.

How in Michigan do I even have to say it? Keep under the blanket. Nice and warm. And I'd

say for the school clogs today folks, Bob, be accurate or for care. No, no, no, no, no.

Well, thank you, Jim. I'll just a minute Bob. One last addition to the list.

When the kilowatt school system comes in under the wire, you know it must be bad.

Hello, Clay. Joy. Joy, joy, joy. The feeling of having to go to school and then not having to go

to school on a Wednesday, even today, they're outweeping memory of this elation. But my needs

is to tell me my needs is to live not two miles from where I grew up. Big tell me Uncle Glenn,

we don't really get many snow days. I wasn't what what you mean. Why not? Because

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