Late last night, the superintendent of Portland Public Schools - and presumably other members of the team - made the decision to close all schools and offices today due to a winter storm warning that is in effect. This decision came at a time when, especially for those of us East of the river, there was no snow on the ground at all. For me, this means a welcome day off because I work in a school and have no children, but to many others this means potential hardship, as parents who do not have the day off from work look for a way to care for their children.

​It seems every time there is a weather closure in Portland our decision makers get heavily criticized by people outside of our area and community. People from cities that get "real" snow will look at Portland and say, "they closed schools for an inch of snow? What a bunch of panicking babies!" or something to that effect. But I would ask for a little bit of patience and understanding of the particular circumstances that Portland faces. See, we don't really close our schools because of snow; we close them because of ice.

Now, in most cities where it snows regularly snowfall happens in a normal and predictable pattern. It drops to well below freezing, say 20 degrees Fahrenheit (a good -6 or -7 celsius, for those of you in the rest of the world), big, fluffy snowflakes fall and form nice drifted banks that are a pleasure to behold. If just a few inches fall, they plow it out of the way in the early morning so people can get to school and work, maybe they plow it again in the afternoon so people can get home. It's safe to walk on, and most people know how to drive in it.

​But that's not what happens in Portland. Generally In Portland the temperature never drops convincingly below the freezing point. During the night It will drop to about 30 Fahrenheit (only about -1 celsius) or maybe as low as 28. Then it will snow a little bit, and about an inch or two will stick because the ground has managed to cool enough for that, and in the morning it will look, ever so briefly, like a beautiful winter wonderland!

​But very quickly things start to turn. around midday, the temperature might creep up to 33 or 34, just above the freezing point, and the snow will begin to melt, ever so slightly. But it certainly won't melt all the way, and as the sun sets and the temperature drops down again, all that melted water on top of and inside of the snow will freeze into solid ice. Now instead of that nice, powdery packed snow, we have essentially a layer cake of ice that is very dangerous to walk on or drive on. I mean, I've walked on actual snow, and I've gone snowshoeing in the mountains; it's not so bad. Portland ice is impossible to traverse safely. It's also very difficult to see and appropriately gauge, especially on the roads, and drivers who don't respect the dangers of winter storms in Portland very often hit patches of black ice that cause numerous accidents.

To make maters worse, if we do manage to clear the roads with snow plows and the like, or perhaps all the snow manages to melt during the day, we run into another fun little surprise that the Willamette River Valley has in store for us: a weather phenomenon called "freezing rain". Freezing rain, in fact, is what we're really worried about today, not snow.

 Freezing rain occurs when the temperature at ground level is below freezing, but warm currents several hundred feet up make the air too warm to form actual snowflakes, so what falls instead is liquid rain. As the rain hits the frozen ground, it freezes, forming incredibly treacherous layers of transparent ice, especially on paved surfaces. I've spoken with people from other parts of the country who criticize Portland's weather closure decisions, and when I mention freezing rain many of them haven't even heard of it, let alone understand the dangers it presents.

​So I pose to you, dear reader, the following scenario: you are the superintendent of Portland Public Schools. You have been charged by the people of the city with the solemn task of educating, caring for, and providing for the safety of the district's roughly 49,000 children, and you're being asked to make a call. There's no snow on the ground yet in most of your district, but there definitely is snow in the outer parts of the district (another key thing to remember is that Portland is in a valley, and that means we're surrounded by hills that get hit harder by storms), and meteorologists advising you are 90% sure that while there will not be snow on the ground at the start out the school day, by the middle of the school day we will see a fairly serious ice storm that could strand kids at school and cause a lot of problems and put a lot of people at risk. The decision not to close schools has caused this to happen in the past, and in fact just last year the district decided not to close schools and a winter storm did blow in and strand  children at school and caused accidents, etc. etc.

So you're 90% sure - or heck, let's say just 80% sure - that this will happen. Do you close the schools? Well, the superintendent said yes today, and I'm not about to say that decision was wrong. You're welcome to come to your own conclusions, but please consider the whole situation.

Best wishes,
​Sillius Buns

Good morning, internet,

I realize that blogging on a regular basis could very well serve to edify me as a person and greatly improve my writing in the process. More and more I find myself realizing that my mother was right when she would tell me "the shortest pencil is longer than the longest memory," and considering that I find particular excellent thoughts that I have slipping away into the aether I think having a catalog of my thoughts may let me pick out little gems that I can occasionally find in them.

I haven't really trumpeted this to the winds, but I have started taking regular walks lately. There is a route in my neighborhood that I like where I can walk up a nice, wide, quiet street to the local park, circumnavigate the park, and then walk back. My amazing physical therapist, who did so much to alleviate the pain and disability from the chronic knee and back issues that I've developed since my traumatic ACL tear in '08, has encouraged me to become an avid walker. I can now only espouse him as a miracle worker. Since I started walking the route I have been waking up earlier without pain, walking more and more, leaving the cane behind, and feeling much better and more energetic. But I wouldn't have been able to do it if he and the team at his office hadn't done so much professional work massaging neglected muscle groups, teaching me the ways to carry my body, and convincing me that I could get better (all even after my insurance ran out and I could not pay them). 

As I was making the return trip from the park this last Wednesday I came across a hummingbird, flitting effortlessly from bush, to tree, to flower. I had never seen a hummingbird in person before, and certainly didn't think that I would just find one on a pseudo-suburb street in Southeast Portland. It flew up to me and seemed to look me straight in the eyes, before happily circling my head and flying off.

If I weren't a big, strong, manly man who had to show his game face to the world, I probably would have wept ... you know, more than I did anyway. It struck a chord with me that something so beautiful could exist alongside us and not be afraid; that while many things are wrong in the world and in the way humans live in it, some things can and ARE getting better. I don't want to face the possibility of living in a world where that encounter couldn't have taken place, and I hope that we do everything in our power as a species to make sure that everyone alive now can have similar encounters and everyone who comes after us as well.