[wbill]

Hah! The Blizzard of '78 was one of the more memorable ones that I had as a kid. There was too much snow to plow (that only happened a short handful of times, over the 20 years I lived in Maine) and we had to get a neighbor to come by and dig us out with a front-end bucket loader.

Feet and feet of white misery. I don't miss it. :-)

Glad that you had it good for Christmas, though!

[MadMax, the Grinning Reaper]

I got a ticket for parking (in our cul-de-sac) in front of my house during these blizzards. Only found one after the cops had towed my card (illegally) and the snow had melted. Our cul de sac was not in the emergency snow no-parking zone but the cops didn’t care.

Told the Impoundment lot to go screw themselves and that they could keep the car. The transmission was shot and I had blown the muffler into the asphalt.

They dropped towing charges and I signed the car over to them (my neighbor, who was going to buy it for the 386 Chevy engine, decided it was too powerful for his teenaged son).

Yes, that was one set of storms and county stupidity.

[Garvin]

Lived in SE Mass at that time. Town had to dump snow into the harbor to get rid of it. We had mini icebergs floating down the beaches till June.