There's a snowstorm out there, for sure. I can't get the door open to measure the snow that's sheltered from the wind, but it looks like we have more than a foot with even more to come. Mike's plowed our driveway once and will come back at least once more, perhaps twice. The street light shows that the high wind has sculpted the snow around the neighbor's car. The snow is light and the wind rearranges it easily.

As noted earlier, though, the eastern and southeastern parts of the state are really getting clobbered on this one. As a result, the governor has declared a state of emergency, restricting non-emergency travel. Places on the Cape have received two feet of snow and day is still young. Already the commentators are likening this storm to the Blizzard of '78 . We may very well get there. And, like that earlier storm, it was primarily an eastern Massachusetts event. We received two feet of snow and wondered why the governor ordered us to stay off the roads for several days. A three-foot storm for us barely warrants mention on the Boston stations. Funny, isn't it, how 50 miles can make such a difference in both weather and attitude.

It's not likely that the newspapers will be delivered this morning. That's ok. We have plenty to do and plenty to read. This piece, for example, is a different take on the classic speech to graduating high school students.

Never underestimate the power of a bad day to get worse.

[I'm still seeing irregular email delivery of these notes. I'll use this snowy day to run some tests.]