Blizzicane

I don't know about you, but this blizzard wiped me out.  Now I keep hearing about this mythical 100 year storm.  Somehow, I have lived through a bunch of them.  Of course in 1978 I was a little kid, and it was a winter wonderland, until I lost my red boot in the snow.  And I didn't need to shovel.

WBZ in Boston claims that the worst snow was February 17, 2003.  Yup, I was around.  Mark was about 9 months old.  He had a nice LL Bean sled, that I pulled around like I was a horse!  The kid loved it.  Then the second storm is THE BLIZZARD . . . .

The third storm happened in 1969, and I wasn't there!  Not invented yet!

The fourth was the April 1, 1997 storm, and I remember that one really well.  Adam and I were engaged and we were supposed to drive to Philly that day for his great uncle's funeral.  The rest of the family made it.  Adam shoveled out in Somerville, and I was at my parents house in Marblehead.

And then number five was this one.  The storm that Naomi got stuck in the snow.  The storm that required three shovelings in one day, and we are not done.  The storm that caused school to be canceled on Friday, EVERYTHING to shut down on Saturday and who knows what for Sunday (No Hebrew School and No tennis).

I remember the Perfect Storm.

I remember in October 1996 the Boston Floods. . . . Kenmore station was flooded.  I also remember the rains of 2010, and the rainy season of 2006 - the year Naomi was born.  Of course I remember Irene and Sandy of the most recent past.

The 100 year storm happens much more often.

As a side note, I am so happy this storm didn't happen one year ago, since we had a HOLE in the side of the house and roof for our addition!