That's What I call A Snowstorm!

There has been a lot of talk about bad snowstorms over the past twenty or thirty years. Most of them were the equivalent of a brief summer rain shower, as far as I'm concerned. The storm that's slowly coming to an end right now, was definitely a snowstorm. But for me, it was just an average one. Statewide, Connecticut got better than twenty inches of snow. Here in Norwich, when all is said and done, we will have better than two feet of snow.
Now, you might find that impressive, but when I was growing up in rural Connecticut, this would have been little better than an average snowfall. I can remember being trapped in my parents' house during the blizzard of '60. If you went outside during the storm, visiblity was so bad, that you couldn't see your hand if you held it one foot in front of your face. In that storm, twenty-seven people in my small town, went outside, and never found there way back inside. Their bodies weren't found until after the spring thaw.
It was a bad storm. Even when it was over, it took two days to clear the doorways just to be able to open the door. There was a final total of just under nine feet of snow. There was simply too much snow to clear in any reasonable amount of time, so the whole town had to dig tunnels under the snow in order to get anywhere. I remember having to walk to school through snow tunnels. We saw so much white for awhile there, that for weeks after, when we saw bright colors it hurt our eyes. When the snow finally melted enough for us to see the sky, people would just stop and stare up in amazement, like they had never seen it before.
So, if you think this was a snowstorm, I can only laugh. The storm of '60, now that's what I call a snowstorm.