Ja, es ist Schnee, der fällt

[hotwine]

A tale from ancient history:
Back in about '73, I was living 21 miles from work and left one morning at the usual time of 6:30 after a night of snow; pulled up to the gate at 11:30 after a harrowing drive along back streets and freeway frontage roads (main roads were closed).

The guard says "What are you doing here, sir?"

"Trying to get to work," says I.

"The base is closed, sir. Didn't you get the word on the newscasts?"

"Nope" says I. "No radio in this thing" (my 1965 Sunbeam Alpine).

"Come on into the guard shack, sir. You can at least have a cup of coffee before heading back home."

So I did, and left for home about noon, arriving there just after 5:00 PM. Long day. Installed a radio in the car not long afterward.

Another one: living in Wiesbaden in early '75, had to visit Stuttgart one day, no problem getting there but snow arrived late morning. Decided to leave for Wiesbaden about 3:00 PM and the normal three-hour trip turned into 15. At least, there were four of us in that big old Ford staff car, and we all pitched in to help push other motorists out of snowdrifts along the way. Yahoo.