Mom and Dad ran out of smokes so it was a huge crisis. They sent my sister and me to the end of our subdivision to retrieve a "cig care package" that somebody dropped off in our mailbox on the main road. Life was tough back then before global warming ruined everything.
One household here in Park City is doing their part to save winter. Maybe they couldn't think of a good hash tag.
White misery. I don't miss it a bit.
I think that was the snowstorm that we didn’t see a snowplow for 3 days afterwards.
The storm of ‘66 - remember watching out the picture window with the garage spotlights on - could actually see the drifts outside the window growing and changing shape. Could walk right up a drift and onto the roof of the school next door - my little brother got trapped in a hole where the heat from a janitor door melted a perfect square chute the, width of the door, to the ground - his friend came running and hollering and I went over and had to pull him out. Those were the days........