Alternate title: I married you for better or worse but not for lunch! I dunno, it was just a loooooonnnng day at the Landfill.

Instead of providing the gory details (mostly rummaging and random odd noises of various sorts), I will reminisce about the Great Snowstorm of 1995. It happened in Sault Ste. Siberia, not here, and I was blissfully unaware of it for a day or so.

Not knowing about the snow, I had tried to call The Commander a couple times and couldn’t get through. This did not panic me at all. Grandroobly was still alive. They were both in good shape, well under 80, and had a lively social network of friends and relatives in town. Also, the Dillon House phone had been wonky FOREVER and it wasn’t unusual for me not to be able to get through. There was no snow down here and I didn’t really think about it.

One of the beach urchins was in third grade and she had Mr. K of Plutification Blues that year. I also used to walk her to school (at her request) because the kids waiting outside the H-team entrance had a penchant for wildly swinging their backpacks around. I don’t think she felt bullied, just wasn’t impressed by that behavior. Neither was I. I mean, who wants to get slammed by a backpack?

So when Mr. K opened the door, he spotted me and asked how the yooperland was doing with all the snow. Duh, what snow? Oh, okay.

Eventually I got hold of my mother and what a story! They got five FEET of snow and that amount of snow is enough to stop Sault Ste. Siberia in its tracks. A state of emergency was called and the National Guard came in.

As luck would have it, their telephone WAS indeed down. My mother suited up and waded through waist-deep snow to the neighbors to use their phone to call the telephone company. So when she DID call the telephone company, she got somebody in DETROIT. That woman told mom that they had already “sent someone out”. My moom said, “Oh no you haven’t!”

I forget how it all got resolved and I certainly can’t ask my parents. BTW, the photos are not from that storm. They are me and my little brother playing on a snowbank down by my grandparents’ house back in the day. Aren’t we cute? 🐽🐽🐽 I remember the jacket but not the boots or hat.

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