My parents' house in Albany NY had this little part of the roof over the side porch where huge amounts of snow would gather and periodically slide off. We used to call it "the avalanche". Over time during the winter, it would get really high and turn into a big ice mountain. You took your life in your hands going under that thing.
I also remember an incredible ice storm in Albany when I was about ten years old. I had to walk out to the drugstore to get something essential and the ice-encased limbs were cracking and falling all around. It was really beautiful and really scary. I've never seen anything like it since, even though I lived in the NE or Midwest till '83.
I don't miss northeast winters ONE BIT. Long live the Pacific Northwest!
PS Medicinal Drambuie. Huh.
PPS I write here that I haven't had a cold in over a year. That was last night. Now I'm sneezing. Bruno, you better get over here with that damn Drambuie.
Last edited by salsabike; 12-02-2008 at 08:21 PM.
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