Time for all of us to remember the 70's and early 80's, the years of real winter.
It's early 80's. I saw a Olivia Newton John concert. Got married. The town of Cornwall still stunk with the paper mill, and the snow buried all the houses, and caused Pops to go out every hour to clear the vents of the high efficiency heater. No car that was left outside could start. They all had to be towed to warm up inside the mechanic garage.
My kids all started popping out. The snow was always up to our hips. Such a great time.
ps. since writing this, I have 'Delta Dawn' as an earworm. You can't play that any more because it makes fun of imaginary crazy people.
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