As I was preparing to pen this article this past Friday, the snow apocalypse was on its way. All week, I had heard how the worst snowstorm ever was closing in on our Nation, especially our area. By the time you’re reading this, you’ll know the answer to the question: How much snow did we get?

Let me first say I’m so over the making of every storm system, whether it’s winter or summer, into the worst one ever. I am also tired of the local news station I watch dominating their half-hour morning show with weather. If it isn’t weather, it’s reruns of stories I’ve seen five times over the last two weeks. Whatever happened to local sports scores going across the bottom each day, or local sports being on in the morning?

I’m an early riser, so I’m talking about a 4:30 broadcast, and the only reason I stick with the station is because of the folks from our area who work for the network and do a great job.

I’m over the beyond liberal slant the network attempts to put on everything. This broadcast is from the heart of failed liberal policy that can’t even get them to agree upon a County Commissioner without it ending up in a court battle. Then they put the same party back into power that has gotten them where they are.

I’d better stop there, or I’ll sound like one of their callers.

Now, back to the snowfall you already know the answer to. It will snow, it will get cleaned up, most importantly, January’s about to be in the rearview mirror.

The Crosscutters Hot Stove Dinner was this past week, and Punxsutawney Phil will soon be coming out of his den. I don’t love Groundhog Day because of the event; its timing is a harbinger to me that Spring Training will soon begin, and better weather is on the way.

It was great to hear from so many of you this past week, wondering where your Webb Weekly was. The answer, which was a simple one, as most things are in the world, wasn’t so simple. I initially thought it was a day late because of Martin Luther King Day, so if I mentioned that, I apologize. It was actually two days late, made by a decision beyond my control. The good side of the story is that all the Webb Weeklies have been delivered, and this situation is being addressed.

Please remember that if, for any reason, our publication doesn’t reach your mailbox, let us know. My staff and I will make sure you get one. I have been known to deliver them myself. We also want to know the how, what, and why so we can address any potential problem.

If you’re on our distribution list, there should always be a paper for you. Please first just ask your postal carrier where your Webb Weekly is. Mistakes do happen, and sometimes you may just get missed, and it will be an easy correction. If, for some reason, the United States Postal Service doesn’t provide you with the paper I have paid them to deliver, call us and let us know.

I must add that many wonderful postal carriers deliver our publication, which focuses on the people, places, and businesses of the great area we call home. And they are proud to do so. Please show them the respect they deserve.

The daily mail they deliver is prepared for them behind the scenes, and the issue of it not being there for you may rest beyond their control. However, they should make sure you get one without having to call my office.

With all that said, given the timing of the approaching storm, the most important thing to everyone is public safety. If we do get a major snowstorm, the publication may be a day late arriving for postal delivery.

That gets me to our 18th Annual Webb Weekly Uncle Ron’s Monster Buck Contest. It’s been a remarkable buck season. Dana Poust is hard at work doing the final scoring. The last number I heard on top of the leaderboard was a monster, scoring in the 190 range. Which I, along with many, just can’t wait to see. We will provide you with the complete results as soon as the final tale of the tape is told. Tip of the cap to Poust Taxidermy, Sauers Trading, Stoltzfus Venison Processing, and my Webb Weekly overseer, Ron Mingle, for making this happen every year.

Please remember every paper can be found and is archived at webbweekly.com. I am told the site is easy to navigate, including all the advertisements in case you’re looking for something or someone from a past issue.

Let’s all be careful out there.

God Bless America.