Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
      By the time this is printed and read, the snow that caused such a ripple of excitement and concern in southeast Georgia will have sadly melted away.
      Definitely a bummer because it was quite a sight Friday evening and Saturday morning to see so many running around and squealing in those excited, high-pitched voices.  That was just the adults — should’ve heard the kids.
      Whether making snowmen (sorry, N.O.W., I mean snow people), throwing snowballs or sticking their tongues out to catch snowflakes, there is just something about that first snow of the season (or century in our case) that brings out the unabashed kid in all of us. Not to mention the childish deviant.
      (Actually overheard) “Hey, I think my professor just hit me with a snow ball.”
      So, my little guy and I went out on Saturday morning for the rare Statesboro opportunity to build ourselves a little snowman family (his idea) and throw snowballs at passing motorists (also his idea).
      Of course, we didn’t do the latter as I pulled him aside and explained to him that we don’t live in New Jersey.
      As I’m making torsos and he’s putting on (appropriate) appendages and facial features, I cannot even tell you how many people drove by and wanted to chat. People I knew, people I didn’t know, people with cameras, people screaming the sky was falling (well, just the one guy), people with directions to the nearest of snowman, er, snowperson — all stopping to express their enthusiasm for a uniquely shared experience.
      Too bad we can’t bottle up that neighborliness.
      The true beauty of snow in South Georgia, besides the thousands of pictures of Statesboro landmarks and the dozens of snowpersonages scattered about town, is we really don’t have to deal with the snow hangover. Clinging slush, salt trucks, rusted undercarriages, shoveling driveways, giant piles of dirty, melting snow — all this we are spared due to a quick thaw.
      Despite the excitement bubbling throughout town in the evening, there was something rather serene about the town late Friday as most people were snuggled in and content to watch the accumulation.
      “Boy, I’ll bet we get a good accumulation tonight.”
      “I don’t know, but it’s really coming down.”
      “For sure, and if it keeps coming like this, it’s really going to accumulate.”
      “Yeah, especially if it keeps coming down like this.” (This conversation took place at least 42,000 times Friday)
Seriously though, with so few cars on the road, it was really peaceful.
      With that silence, my brain segued and I started to think about the mid-Atlantic region (a.k.a. Washington DC) and before long realized how quiet it has been up there this week. They have so much snow on the ground government workers couldn’t get to their job micro-managing underwear manufacturers, Congress couldn’t pass transportation bills with amendments to fund pig flatulation research and lobbyists were home sleeping with their own spouses.
      (Did I ever mention I once saw a saw a crew of Mexicans dry-walling the national headquarters of the Teamsters? That’s funny to me.)
      Anyway, for those who fret that reducing the size of government might somehow hurt our country — fret no longer. We’ve gone a week without ‘em so far and we’re doing just fine.
      Let it snow.
 
      Phil Boyum wants y’all to know, in case you’re interested, the names of the snowman family members were Frosty, Snowy, Snowball and Snow Baby. He is the host of “Mornings unPHILtered” simulcast weekdays from 9-10 a.m. on WWNS 1240 AM and on the Internet at BoroLive.com. He can be reached at (912) 489-9454 or pboyum@statesboroherald.com.