I’ve been to enough Ducks and Angels games to know there are a considerable number of former Northeasterners here in OC and SoCal in general. This week is the 30th anniversary of the Blizzard of ’78 which hit from Penn to Maine.ÂÂ
In my hometown in Central New York, we had snowdrifts up to 8 feet; school was out for a week. We shopped for our neighbors via snowmobile. Mom made soup and cocoa to warm the whole house and we’d watch the snow fly and hear the wind howl. We checked on elderly neighbors and shoveled more snow than I have ever seen.ÂÂ
This photo is Route 128 in Boston near Needham; the Nation Guard came out to plow snow and remove snowed in cars. Other photos are from New England and Upstate New York. It was the storm of the century.
More photos after the jump:
I remember it vividly. Cars couldn’t get through our neighborhood in Toledo, Ohio.
Remember it well. After work, I was walking home through Times Square. It was rush hour. There were no cars. No trucks. No gypsy cabs. Maybe a dozen busses. 6 yellow cabs. In Times Square! During rush hour! I told myself there’s something wrong with this picture and hailed the silver taxi in the sky and said, LA, please – One Way!