Now? A simple reading of recent city communications — Facebook videos, Instagram posts, Nixle alerts — paints a different picture. Stay inside. Don’t go out. Don’t walk. Don’t drive. Be safe. Be careful. Avoid. Refrain. Limit. Monitor.
It’s not just caution — it’s posture. A kind of civic paternalism that assumes residents must be managed, shielded, instructed at every turn. And to be clear, this isn’t about Stevens University. They are simply following the lead of the city. Institutions mirror tone. When the dominant voice says, “Risk is unacceptable,” others echo it.
But since when did snow become a public safety crisis instead of a childhood memory in the making?
Of course safety matters. No one is advocating recklessness. But there is a difference between prudence and overcorrection. Between guidance and governance that infantilizes.
Doesn’t anyone want to have fun in the snow anymore?
The culture feels different now — less resilient, more regulated. As if joy itself requires approval. As if the simple act of sledding is suspect.
You want fun in the snow? How dare you.
Maybe what’s missing isn’t salt trucks or advisories. Maybe it’s a little trust — that residents can weigh risk, that kids can fall and get back up, that winter can still be something to run toward instead of retreat from.
Snow used to mean freedom. It would be nice if it still could.

