Back in March of 1993, a blizzard delivered more than four feet of snow in one ferocious whump when I lived in Morrisville, some 35 miles southeast of Syracuse.
The way I still remember it, I pushed the garage opener, shovel in hand, in the hopes of digging out in the morning. I watched the door go up, up, up. It reached an inch or two from the top until I saw daylight. The wind had blown the drift almost eight feet high.
I called my boss and said I would not reach the big daily to work that day.
I was telling my dear wife Karen this Tuesday that the only way we got out was because Eugene, my wife then’s ex-husband, drove down from his farm with the backhoe and cleared the driveway for us.
It’s not that drastic yet some couple of miles north of Syracuse in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. Then again, the Blizzard of March 2017, the one they’ve named Stella that is pounding the Northeast, has not let up yet.
A Bitty Better is getting hammered.
I’ve cleared our cars and hit the top part of the driveway and walk twice.
The Liverpool Public Library did not open Tuesday, allowing me time for the shovel work after completing my social media duties from home. My dear wife Karen was able to work from A Bitty Better, too.
The weather folks on TV are saying the snow has fallen two feet high in adjoining areas. They say it will continue to fall through Thursday, at least doubling what we got by dinner time Tuesday.
I hope a backhoe will not be needed.
How is your weather? Have you had to stand at the door and shout, Stella!?