Don’t you find it annoying how “weather” has become big news?
It’s Canada. It’s January. And it snows. Does this really qualify it for the lead story on-the-hour and in-depth interviews with meteorologists? I tend to think no, it doesn’t. And yes, it annoys me mightily. (Just as it annoys me and strains my muscles to leave my desk and tramp downstairs, slide inside all those bulky layers of wool, fleece, gortex, cotton, whatever, and head outside once more to shovel.)
The weather is news. And, tragically, the weather has caused the death of a police officer in Toronto yesterday. He tried to stop a stolen snow plow from careening through the streets near dawn, crashing into parked cars and threatening taxi cab drivers huddled behind their wheels. The snow plow was no doubt driven by someone mentally ill–this hasn’t been disclosed yet. The press is calling it a joy ride but I don’t see the joy in it, not from any angle. It’s a very Canadian death and one that will lead the news for days to come.
This morning I was barely awake when I switched on CBC radio and heard a reporter accost the cop’s widow at St. Michael’s Hospital as she arrived to find that her 35 year-old husband had died, his skull crushed in. On the way to the hospital, she first had to unload their two-year-old child somewhere. It’s at times like these I hate calling myself a reporter and sharing the stage with such flagrant harassment.
A snow day in Toronto.