Slushy or not, a tribe stuck together when Snowmaggedon came calling
From looking out for neighbours to rediscovering the joys of the sliced pan, the Beast from the East brought out the best of being Irish, writes Brendan O'Connor
it brought us all together while it tore us apart. It reminded us that Ireland is a village. It reminded us too of all the great things about us. It reminded us we knock a bit of craic out of anything, while taking it deadly seriously too.
It reminded us too that when you strip away everything, all the conflicts and uncertainties of modern life and Brexit and Trump and whatnot, and we are just left to our own devices, with a simple mission, to get on with it and get through the day, that for all our divisions, we are a tribe, and we look after each other.
The extent to which the snow brought us together, and was also a great leveller was perhaps exemplified by a guy whom Ciaran Mullooly stopped in a van on the news on Thursday evening to ask him how the driving was. "Not good, Ciaran," the man said casually, without missing a beat, as if they were two neighbours who bumped into each other every day. As if there was nothing strange about being stopped by a TV reporter.