OK, this is weird: It’s after 2 p.m., and so far, not a flake. See that hole in the precipitation over Detroit? I live under that hole. All around us are blizzard warnings, and I could walk down my driveway in strappy sandals and while my toes would get cold, they wouldn’t get snowy.
It’s kind of freaky, really, and I see it happen all year long. Banks of precipitation march east, get to I-94 and break up into nothing much.
Detroit: Where even the snow is afraid to go. I like it.