Just yesterday my friend Steven reminded me that it was 35 years ago yesterday that the blizzard of 1978 hit Boston. I was a long haired young student at MIT. I grown up in Houston Texas and only seen snow maybe a half-dozen times Since I was little. I had returned to Boston from Christmas break in Houston only to find the The city already covered in snow.

I found this picture of MIT during the storm. This is right behind my dorm.

I remember getting off the bus and climbing over as snow pile only to find out that it was a car covered completely over. I remember we had almost a week off of classes. It was on it first, until we ran out of food. I remember skiing down Massachusetts Avenue to try to find bread. I remember tanks driving down the street with snowplows on. I remember pictures of cars abandoned on route 128 Almost a week later. I remember skiing down to a bar and listening to bluegrass music in the middle of the night. The whole city was magically stop. No one knew what to do. It was beautiful. I remember the power went out for a while, and the only thing I could see was the lit up Citgo sign over Kenmore Square. I remember for surviving for almost a week on a weird mix of peanut butter powdered milk maple syrup and bananas that I gotten out of a book called diet for a small planet. I don’t believe I’ve eaten any of those things and any great quantity since 1978.
Come to think of it, it was that storm that convinced me that I wanted to live in the north. After almost 20 years in broiling summers, I realized I’d prefer to be cold. I remain so to this day.
Now… We’re expecting another super storm. They’re expecting as much as 2 feet of snow again in Boston. I’m hoping my folks will be okay and have no trouble digging out. I called and they seemed fine.
I guess every 35 years you need to go through a little chaos. It builds character.
Night all, night Sam
– Me

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