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Our area is in the final recovery from the biggest ice storm in a decade. I know this because I saw it on TV. I heard the governor declare the area a “disaster”. I heard the meteorologists compare the weekend’s weather to every other incident of prolonged precipitation ever perpetrated on my place. I’ve listened sympathetically to my friends and co-workers suffer without heat, lights, and (gasp!) cable TV. But mostly, I feel guilty. My lights never flickered. My cable never fuzzed up. In fact, the big crisis of the weekend was that my Sunday newspaper arrived with several sections missing. The horror…