I grew up in Maine, and while we get it from time to time in Baltimore, I miss it a big blizzard.
Saturday, I went out and shoveled my place and my neighbors place while it was still snowing and then sunday morning, I made sure I beat him outside so I could shovel even more.
I shoveled my place and his again (from the remaining snow, and the drifts), then cleaned off both of my cars, and shoveled the street around them.
In '03 we got around 25 inches over about 2.5 days. It was awesome. I moved to B-more in the fall of '96 but I heard the one that winter was just as bad.
I grew up in Minnesota. Yeah, it snowed some and got a bit chilly, but what’s with this talk of closing things down? I saw the sun yesterday, so at least for Lynn, there’s no excuse for not having dug your car out.
I think there are less than 50 people in the office today, the wimps
I’m in Brighton too, just off Comm Ave. Can you BELIEVE the mess in the streets!?
Yesterday the college boys in an apartment next door were jumping out their second story window into snow drifts. Darwin would be so proud.
I shovelled for four hours. Managed to get to work today due to four wheel drive vehicle. But the streets in Cambridge (where I work) are absolutely treacherous. So narrow and so cramped now with giant plowed snow drifts. So many cars buried!
You haven’t been in Baltimore long enough, pal. This is a big blizzard as far as Baltimorons are concerned.
Anything over an inch is a blizzard. Didn’t you run screaming to the store in search of frozen pizza and toilet paper at the first mention of snow? Didn’t you knock over little old ladies and mommies with babies reaching for that last gallon of milk or that last loaf of bread? Didn’t you run hysterically to Home Depot in search of shovels and rock salt? Get with the program, dude!
I remember the one in '96. I was pregnant with my son, and after I slipped and fell on the front walk, my husband wouldn’t let me out of the house. (I was fine - I fell onto a snowbank and was cushioned)
Eh, this is a good one, but it’s not in the same league as the Blizzard of '78. That one dropped its two feet plus on top of the leavings from a storm a couple of weeks before that had dumped over a foot. That one had massive coastal flooding that sent rescue boats collecting people from their second floor windows in places like Revere and Winthrop, and washed whole houses away. That one stranded hundreds of motorists on snow-choked highways.
The Blizzard of '78 is the Big Kahuna of snowstorms around these parts.
I saw the sun yesterday, so at least for Lynn, there’s no excuse for not having dug your car out.