Happy Anniversary
Today is the anniversary of the infamous Blizzard of 1978. Indianapolis is observing the date with light snow and freezing drizzle. It’s our first snow of the season worth mentioning, and frankly, I am more concerned about the other drivers than the road conditions. The interstates were clear if not dry by the time I was out at 8:30 this morning. Neighborhood streets not so much, but more or less navigable.
Now, back in January of 1978, I was six and half years old, and my family lived in northern Indiana, and we must’ve gotten 40 inches of snow over a three-day period. I remember snowbanks higher than my head, and burrowing into the snow cliffs on either side of the driveway after my parents dug out. I expect it was a lot more fun for me than it was for them. One of the most vivid memories I have is walking home from school on the first day after it reopened. I got to the first intersection and looked down–way down–at the street. I had no idea how far down it was until I looked around for some kind of reference point and saw a metal X in the snow at about ankle height. It was the top of a street sign.
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