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Raven, I remember that storm. I think it was 1957, I hadn't started school yet. My family drove from Southern Ohio to North Truro in it. I can remember being hypnotized by snowflakes coming at the windshield for hours on end. We finally got there and the next day Dad's 54 Chevy was buried, all that showed was the ball on the antenna. The kid across the street was digging tunnels but my folks wouldn't let me out. I was POed.
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