Too many to share. (JasonLyons will scold me again.

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I too was in 8th grade - Blackstone, MA.
Monday - they called for flurries. By 10am, school was dismissed. My friends bus didn't get home till 5pm.
Next morning, only way out of house was by bathroom window. My dad threw me out into a snow drift. I made my way to door to try to shovel it open.
No school for a wk.
Didn't see a plow come by our house until Wednesday.
My dad & brother had contract to plow the schools. It took them until Saturday to finish.
No vehicles allowed on roads once they were opened by end of wk. My friend & I walked 3 miles to store & 3 miles back just to find they were out of bread-- and EVERYTHING else. (I'm NOT kidding. That sounds like a story my dad would tell.)
National Guard (with guns) at MA/RI border was confiscating all pick-up trucks with plows to help. My dad explained he just needed to enter RI to get gas so he could finish plowing the schools. They let him go.
First newspaper after the storm was on Saturday. I still have that newspaper. I take it out every so often.
We had 36" of snow. FLURRIES -- YAH, RIGHT!!!!
Now you know why everyone buys all the bread & milk when they call for flurries in MA/RI.
