"Heck, we Southerners love a good blizzard...make sure there's enough beer - time to party!
Blizzard 1978 in the country west of Atlanta. Tied the canoe to the tracker with a 40 ft rope, and rode the cow pastures till we wore a hole in the back of the canoe. About 25 of us got "snowed in"' for two days. One of us was the "mayor" who conned a store owner to open on Sunday and bring us more beer - and pizza."
heheheheh...good one! Ok...maybe there are a FEW of you who know what to do in a snow storm. ;)
"course another blizzard in Atlanta hit about 3pm without any warning, and we were blindsided! Folks pouring out of downtown Atlanta got stranded on interstates. They'd just leave their cars on the interstates and walk to the nearest hotel or bar and hunker down. Hotels would open their bars and lobbies to stranded folks. People didn't get home for days.
We learned after that snow storm. That's why we Atlantans tend to get frantic when snow storms approach.
Yeah buddy, thay's a few.... this Virginian while living in Missi-flippin-sippi used to go out in the snowstorms (and a particularly bad ice storm in '85) with a six-pack of beer in his Dodge van to watch the 'flatlanders' try to negotiate the conditions for entertainment.
Signed, "Learn't to drive in the mountains on bald tars."