Listening to the President address the nation on the radio

Snow was forecast by morning in Wyoming.

It's the kind of storm that comes in slowly over the mountains, the kind I can hear, if I listen carefully, before it arrives.

It's supposed to drop snow, and at some surprisingly low elevations.

I remember being in Wyoming at the same time last year when it snowed in early September. The snow caught me off-guard.

It was a Saturday. I'd gone in to town to buy groceries and play 9-holes of golf. By the time I'd driven into Cody and done all my errands, the temperature dropped 30 degrees and the course had turned pure white.

Last evening, Lea Ann played around with the radio, placing it just so in the windowsill of the kitchen, twisting the coat-hanger that we use for an antennae around and around so it would have the best possible chance for reception. We wanted to hear the President speak.

Promptly at 7 p.m. Mountain time, we could hear the President, speaking to us from Washington D.C.

It felt like the old days, before I was born, when people trusted the radio to tell them what they needed to know.

The difference now is that we already knew what the President was going to say. The radio left unsaid what he didn't say, leaving many things to our imagination.

It snowed last night in Wyoming. This morning I made a picture of the snow to assure myself I was really seeing what I'd heard the President say.