That's what our endlessly charming and fit-for-command president called the recent snowstorm that crippled the mid atlantic states. It's one of the few things we agree on. One weekend we got about 22" of snow, only to get about 18" more the next week. The previous huge snowstorm that I remember around these parts was around 1993. I remember having to walk to the doctor's office with my mom because the roads were completely unpassable. It was also so cold that my abundant nose hairs froze solid.
I managed to make it to my Richmond hearings on Monday morning after the huge weekend storm. I then drove to Baltimore-Washington airport to fly up to Erie, Pa. the day before the next storm. By the time I got to Detroit for my layover, Delta had already cancelled my flight home the next afternoon. The last thing in the world I wanted was to be stranded in Erie, Pa for a second longer than I had to, so I decided to drive my rental car to Harrisburg airport and have Robyn meet me there. It started snowing on my way home, however, and by the time I got near Harrisburg, it was snowing so heavily that we didn't think it was safe for Robyn to continue. So I had her turn around and I brought the rental home. There it sat all the next day until I finally returned it to BWI, where my car was sitting since Monday. It was a long, drawn out ordeal, and I was lucky that work was fitting the $371 bill for the rental.
Robyn and I had a great time being snowed in, mostly because when you're cloistered up in your house your first instinct is to bake stuff. Which we did. Again and again. I even got out of one of my hearings in Philadelphia on Thursday.
The back door.