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Great thread. I was in pharmacology class at Northeastern. There was a dude that interupted the prof. with a note. Get out of class PDQ. Funny, when we got out of class, it was only flurries. By the time I got to the expressway it was like the commercial, follow the lights in front of you. Lucky to make it home in my '71 Pinto. I loved that car. Many of my friends got stuck on 128 and had to stay over in the cinema in Dedham. They ended up walking home a day or two later.
After the driving curfew, the town of Randolph experinced alot of issues with public drunkeness. Shut all the bars and package stores down. Luckily, the supermarket I worked at had a beer and wine section. Boy, I was the hero for a day.
It got a little chippy at home when I would share the brewskies with big bros.
Wild storm, the drifts that covered my pinto and my dads truck ran all the way up to the garage roof.
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