Our street wasn’t even plowed for about a week but people were starting to run out of food.
So my Dad and the neighbor guys got together shoveled a way out of the neighborhood to a plowed street. Then they took orders of what the elderly neighbors needed, grabbed their kid’s sleds and walked several miles to the grocery store.
To this day my brothers and I have been food hoarders!
Yup! Once burned, twice shy. Or something like that?