It’s not the Blizzard of ’93 quite yet, but Stella’s still snowing on us
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…









