And I might be old, but I am no longer snoring…much to my dismay. For some reason I was having dreams last night of driving truck…down lonely country roads.
Which is weird as I don’t drive a truck. I have thought about going to trucking school, but haven’t yet applied. Regardless….I really think it is because of my “X-Files” binge that I have been indulging as of late….
Today there is a storm front moving into the South Central Pennsylvania area. Starting with rain, and then turning to snow….supposedly. I am from Michigan. I have not seen snow like I saw there. And the people here in Pennsylvania will lose their minds today after they get out of work because the “S” word has been used in the local weather reports.
And, unfortunately, that will mean that the bread, milk, eggs, and snack displays will be raped. Absolutely raped.
And it will be joked about on the news, and the people in the stores will swear that they are there to do their regular weekly shopping. And the wheels on that bus will go ’round and ’round…..
The last time I was ever snowed in was 1978. I was attending college at Western Michigan University, in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
I lived in the Valley dorms…
When school was canceled due to the snow there wasn’t much to do. We went sledding, watched television, ate too much junk food, and drank.
Oh boy did we drink.
West Main street is only a couple of blocks away from the dorm that I lived in. And there was a liquor store just a couple more blocks up West Main. So, me and a couple of intrepid explorers decided to make the arduous journey to the liquor store to build our supply level back to an acceptable level.
West Main had been closed by a monstrous snow drift….from one side to the other.
As our group of intrepid explorers made our way up the street over the sound of the wind we could hear what sounded like a race car coming from a side street. We stopped….amazed that there would be someone actually out in the snow as most streets had been closed. and then we saw it….
Yeah. The freaking Trans Am from Smokey and the Bandit comes slewing around a corner and stops dead in the middle of the street, facing this huge snow bank. Out comes 4 drunk guys…way to drunk to be walking, much less driving. Laughing and just having a great time. They get back into the car and head straight to the snow bank…..WHAM!!!!!!
They run straight into it. Out they come again…laughing and falling down on each other like this is the best thing that they have ever been involved in. They clambered back into the bird…backed it up, and rammed into the snow bank again. And again, and again.
We stood there in complete disbelief. First off, we were hopelessly drunk. We just couldn’t be sure if we were hallucinating or not, and two….in 1978 the Pontiac Trans Am was way out of a normal college students ability to purchase. And these guys were purposely putting one into a snow drift. Repeatedly.
This went on for what seemed like an hour. It was more like 15 minutes. After the last time they all climbed back into the bird, backed it up and disappeared down another side street not to be seen again.
My band of intrepid explores looked at one another, shrugged our shoulders at the absurdity of the situation and continued up the street where we completed our supply run and returned to our dorm.
THAT my friends was being snowed in is like. None of this going to get a couple inches of snow so we have to go buy toilet paper and stuff to make french toast with.
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