by Rick Watson
The weatherman is saying there's a chance of snow this month and
my wife Jilda is soooo excited. I like the snow, but she loves snow.
I liked it a lot more when I was a kid because the school would send
us all home at the mention of snow. As an adult, snow means that
I often have to drive to work with all the other maniacs. Normal
workday traffic on highway 78 is only slightly less dangerous than
driving blindfolded in the Indianapolis 500 race. It gets more dangerous
on days when there is snow and/or ice.
There's something programmed in our genes that forces us to speed
up when the weather is bad. Bubba Ray has a 1972 Chevy pickup with
bald tires and he's running 85 miles an hour across an icy bridge,
and he won't get off your bumper. So obviously you have to bump it
up to 90 because your tires are good and you'd hate for him to cause
you to wreck in the snow.
But I do have lots of fond memories of snow days as a child and
I was wondering if you do too. If so, please share them with us.
Send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Snow Story From Helen Wires Talley - Back in the 80's
it came a snow while I was at work. We were allowed to go home, but
by the time I got in my car, snow had already covered the ground. The
freeway was only a few blocks away, but, as luck would have it, the
freeway had just been closed. I had to go the back route home, and
people were getting stranded all over the place. Snow was coming down
so hard that I had to stop the car and get out and brush the windshield.
I made it as far as Five Points West, and my car started sliding. I
slid over to the side of the road and was not able to get my car back
on the road because of the snow. I had dressed very warm that day because
we were warned the snow might start around noon. I got out of my car
and started walking down the road to a small restaurant that I knew
stayed open 24-hours. It was about a mile, and I was really tired when
I got there. As I slowly walked! ! up to the restaurant, I began to
realize that there were no cars parked in front of it. As I drew closer,
I could see it was CLOSED. I began to cry and my tears froze on my
eyelashes. I lived in Hueytown, and had no idea how I would ever get
home. I called my father-in-law from a pay phone, and he said he would
get someone to pick me up. He was a radio operator, so he called a
young lady who was on her way home, and she picked me up and took me
to her house in Midfield. My father-in-law said he would try to drive
to her house and pick me up. The lady fixed us hot chocolate, and I
began to thaw out as we sat in her very warm living room.
While we were waiting, I thought I heard someone drive up outside. We ran
to the door, and there was my father-in-law's volkswagen sitting there. What
a wonderful sight to see! I ran to the car, jumped in, and gave my father-in-law
the biggest hug that I could. We started the long drive home down Bessemer
Highway and there behind us was Bubba Ray with a friend. They came barreling
down the road and as they passed us they turned sideways and slid over into
a little strip mall. At first, we thought they had an accident, but as soon
as they turned around, they did it again.
We finally made it home! That trip, which usually took 20 minutes, had taken
me four hours. I was cold, and exhausted, but so very glad to be home.