Mom reminded me that today marks 30 years since the Great Blizzard of 1978. I’d just turned 11. I don’t remember much of it, except that there was a lot of snow, and we got out of school for quite a few days in a row. We had fun, and I was utterly oblivious to the fact that the storm was killing people.
I found this photo on Flickr. It was taken in Boston but that’s pretty much what it looked like in Indiana.