February 1978. Six feet of snow. I was the last one to make it up my street and into my own driveway. A neighbor followed me, but couldn't make it past my driveway so he pulled in behind me. It snowed for two more days. When it was all over, all I could see of my car(had no garage at the time) was about a one foot circle of the top where the snow had drifted off.
I built a garage in the following spring and bought a snow blower the next fall in preparation for the coming winter. It surely came in handy but it never snowed like that all the rest of the time I was there. I moved to Oklahoma in 1989.
I don't need to see any more snow, but it doesn't bother me when it does snow. I have plenty of practice driving in it, but that black ice is another story!
Woody
