The frantic snowflakes nervously dance in the wind, its whim their master. How can snowflakes, each very light and fragile, bond to be so strong? Safely secluded, I watch the snowstorm with awe. Its beauty is fierce. Advertisements
Winter storms in Michigan have drastically changed since I was a little kid in the late 1950s and 1960s. It was normal then to get frequent snowstorms with 8 to 10 inches or more of snow each time throughout every winter. One winter blizzard impressively caused a huge snow drift to pile up on the … More Weather Story 4 – The Scruffy Man
On a Friday night in January 1975 when I was 19, my boyfriend, Mike, and I went on a double-date with his good friend, Dar, and his girlfriend, Sally. Because I was the only one with a working car, I had to drive from Flushing Township to Flint Township where Mike lived, and then out … More Weather Story 5 – Snowplow, Get Out of My Way!