Someone has been busy saying something about everything weather related the past few days. I heard his name come up several times as we braced for the “Sno-nami” that never came.

“Someone said the roads are getting bad so I’m coming home,” my wife who works in Carbondale phoned me.

I was driving around at the time and assured her Someone was wrong, the roads were fine.

“Someone said it is sleeting in Tamaroa,” a woman said in line at a convenience store to anyone who’d listen.

I had just left Tamaroa and there was no sleet but since Someone said it, and I’m just a no one, whose words pull more weight? I bit my lip.

People worked themselves into a lather over pending “Storm of the Century” that wasn’t. It was if they wanted to be socked in; for Mother Nature to wrap a snowy blanket around them and tell them to slow down their lives, if for just a bit. They were able to daydream about sitting under their favorite blankets near crackling fires, reading good books and sipping snifters of fine brandy.

Of course, if the storm had hit at full force they would have been stuck in their houses with no heat, screaming kids and unable to navigate the streets to get a shot of Old Crow.

But the anticipation of a snow day is always more exciting than the actual event. It is the same as the contrast between being a child at Christmas Eve when you’d go to bed filled with wonder and Christmas Day when, after you had opened presents, find yourself in a scratchy new sweater eating spiral ham at Aunt Lottie’s. The real world is never as fun as the one we make up.

So, as people were glued to TV weather broadcasts showing a rainbow coalition of storm bands vectoring in our direction, they began igniting the home hearths in their minds.

Alas, the hints it was going to be a letdown came on Monday afternoon. That is when TV talking heads had warned us the first wave of nasty would arrive. It was also about the same time folks began citing Someone as the authority on the storm. He was called upon to give us hope that we were still in harm’s way as round two began. Someone said some roads by Sparta were closed because of ice. (They weren’t.)

As people retired for the night Tuesday they clung to Someone’s every word, but when they we awoke Wednesday to find schools still opened, a negligible amount of snow on the ground and a few iced-over limbs down, no one was mentioning Someone anymore.

Fear not, Someone will return. When everyone must grapple with an unknown at one time or another, we summon Someone to explain, verify or embellish it. That way we are not accountable for misstating the facts. If someone is going to be wrong, it’s going to be Someone, not me.

That is why I am looking for Someone. I want to meet this ubiquitous person who… Hold on, my phone is ringing. Someone is calling.