We in Central Ohio have a tendency to stay inside at the slightest suggestion of snow.
In an effort to prove I'm not a wimpy winter weather driver, I got up at the crack of 10:30 this morning for the Worthington winter farmer's market and glibly looked at the snow - "it's a mere dusting!" I said, pulling on my sweater and scarf. I dutifully scraped off the car and headed out. It was slippery. I'll take High st, I decided, instead of the usual Indianola; I had (stupidly, it is Saturday, after all) assumed that by 11am there would have been salt trucks out. What I found instead - in droves - were typical Columbus drivers (don't be offended, please - you have to know that we are terrible drivers) - driving too fast, not breaking early enough, cutting other cars off - you know the type. I made it about 3/4 a mile in 15 minutes, sighed, accepted defeat, and turned around. I came home and ate some cinnamon toast.
And so. I have no market report. I am sorry, readers, that I have let you down. We'll try again in January.
