Ahh, ice. An icy forecast brings back fond -- yes, fond -- memories of my days as a Lincoln Journal / Lincoln Journal Star paper boy. I can't help but smile at the memories of me sliding down hills on my butt with sixty newspapers strapped to my chest and back. It was even fun at the time, in a twisted sort of way.
But I bring up this week's forecast for a different reason. Lots of you will be driving this week, or you'll be hosting people who are driving in from out of town. Please don't be stupid and play some sort of macho "No little bit of weather is going to stop me!" game of chicken with Mother Nature. If the weather requires it, grin and adjust. No hamster is worth fighting a tenth of an inch (or more) of ice.
And thus ends my nagging for the day.