I spent most of the weekend drinking Cold Spring beers and smoking non-synthetic marijuana in my dorm somewhere in Central Minnesota.  A noteworthy exception was when I trudged over through 3 feet of snow and even deeper drifts and opened up our college radio station the next day.  No one else was around so I could do pretty much whatever I liked and it ended up being an epic (amateur) radio experience.  I have a cassette (a box of cassettes from that time period, actually) sometime I will try to figure out converting them to digital and posting snippets online, mostly for my own gratification but it might be fun for others to listen in on, too.

So. Jealous.

I was in Seattle that year. Got back in port from being underway in mid November down in Socal for a month and returned to the sound just before a big snowstorm hit the city.

Paralyzed everything.

At the time Seattle had 16 snowplows.

Not nearly enough.

I lived in Kenwood at the time. Went to a Halloween party in Lakeside - no snow. Hours later, my car could barely get over the hill. My boyfriend at the time worked nights downtown; he walked through waist-deep snow to my house after his shift and we hunkered down for the storm. If you didn't have a snowmobile you just waited it out.  It was awesome.

Tried to drive to the twin cities for a concert.  Made it fifteen miles before turning back.  Twenty years?  Damn.

I lived at Emerson then and played a gig at the Reef Halloween night. Made it home afterward, then our crazy guitar player slept on my couch and drove home to Wisconsin the next day, careening down 11th Ave West, which looked more like a bobsled track than a street. Miraculously, he made it home.

I drove out to ski during the worst blizzards last year.  The first time, the trip back, which usually takes 45 minutes, took over two hours.  I love snow.

I was dressed up as a witch for Halloween when it started snowing. My mom HATES driving in the snow so she convinced the neighbor and her kids to drive their van around the neighborhood a bit.  We lived on 11th Ave. W. (two blocks down from Emerson) and couldn't get the van up the hill when we got back.  I remember being stuck inside for the next few days and then helping my dad shovel out his car to get to work.  He had to take his car because he's a rural mail carrier and the snow made it impossible for a couple of days. We then watched multiple cars slide down the hill and run into the cars in the parking lot below first street.  Crazy day!

I was in law school in St Paul, and lived in a loft-like apartment with a wall of huge, floor to ceiling windows.  The snow was coming down so hard that it looked like God was throwing down thick, packed buckets of snow.  Everything was shut down.  I stood in front of my big windows and just watched this magnificent storm.  It was so exciting.  Never seen anything like it, and I'm so glad I was around to see that.

Twins winning the World Series into Halloween Megastorm was a week I will not ever forget!

Which is more epic? '91 Twins World Series or Megastorm?

I was 10, and can't remember what I was for halloween that year, but I know it was padded with snowpants year. The neighbor girls and I convinced my dad to take us trick-or-treating regardless of the weather, and he pulled the youngest of us in a sled. I remember it was a very fruitful endeavor, as many people did not have such convinceable fathers and our pillowcases were full to the brim.

Later that night, I remember being in the car trying to get it to move so we could bring my mom to work at the hospital in Superior. I believe she had to work at least a double.

I was in 8th grade. My older brother, who went to UMD at the time and I made a killing shoveling the sidewalks and driveways in our neighborhood. We made around $300 total, and even shoveled a few for free (we had a few elderly people in the neighborhood who couldn't get out). We tackled our driveway first, and our snow blower blew up before we got three feet into our driveway from the garage. 

We also spent day two running errands for people in the neighborhood, taking sleds down to the old Snow White store on Woodland to get supplies. There wasn't much to choose from, I remember, but we did rent movies and Nintendo games. 

One last thing: we did manage to jump from our deck railing into the snow (like pro wrestlers off the turnbuckle). The fall wasn't very far with all the snow we had. It was a good time all around - a challenge, to be sure, but it really built some bonds between the neighbors.

I totally woulda grilled it.