If weather forecasters are to be believed, by the time you’re reading this, anywhere between two to eight inches of snow could be on the ground. As a lifelong Tennessean, however, I can't shake the suspicion that the more snow they call for and the more preparations are made for it, the less you get. 

How many times have people prepared for snowmageddon and schools have been called off only to see, at most, a slight flurry? All the predictions seem pretty confident this time, so I guess we'll see.

I often wonder if the weathermen get a kickback from Kroger for creating a run on milk and bread. And why is it always milk and bread? I’ve never once been stuck in the house and thought, “if only I had some milk and bread.” I’d rather have potato chips and Sun-Drop, but I digress. 

My wife is no fan of snow, but I’ve never quite grown out of the mentality of always rooting for massive amounts of it. As a child of a teacher who embraced any chance for a day off from school, that hopeful anticipation of snow has stayed with me even when the benefit of getting a day off has gone by the wayside. 

On the contrary, snow now only makes my job more difficult. The news, much like the mail, has to go out regardless of conditions, and that means I have to try to get to work no matter what the roads look like. That’s not always the most fun, especially when my car’s heater is currently a hit-or-miss proposition. 

Last January, we had a snowstorm which disrupted the delivery of the Southern Standard for a few issues. Hopefully that won't happen again, but we err on the side of the safety of our newspaper carriers. Rest assured, if you don't find your Standard in your paper box on the appointed day, you will still be able to find it at southernstandard.com and will have it delivered when conditions allow.

But regardless of the challenges it presents, I never grow tired of the beauty of snow. I enjoy the feeling of walking through a winter wonderland, occasionally getting slapped in the face with a big snowflake and feeling my fingers go numb as I have to take my glove off to take pictures (I should really get some of those touchscreen gloves). Downtown McMinnville never looks more lovely than when it's covered in a blanket of snow and I enjoy getting out (briefly) to see what pictures I can get.

And I'm still not too old to get out with my 45-year-old Pac-Man snow coaster in search of the nearest hill. So we'll see what Friday brings, but I say let it snow!

Standard Managing Editor Seth Wright can be reached at editor@southernstandard.com