February 11, 2010


Ms. Yingling is snowed in. It made her recall the Blizzard of '78. I was there! In Ohio. We lived on a hill and our driveway had to be plowed. The ensuing piles were our favorite playground. In '78 my brother, a friend and I spent a few days digging out a tunnel system under a huge snow drift. We even embedded florescent camping lights in the walls. We begged our parents to let us sleep out there igloo-style. No dice.

That night the blizzard hit. It was deadly. We would have been part of the permafrost.

Good times.