A big mystery of the snowpocalypse week was why Americans will bow to weather forecasters and run out to strip supermarkets bare of milk and toilet paper at the first hint of flakes that may never arrive but then sit idly by as the same combination of science and intuition points to certain global meltdown. All those extra groceries cost bread, too. As always, my big fear is reincarnation. See you on Pandora. . . .