April 5, 2012

Cambridge, MA. Winter, 1982

OK, since you asked. Here are the snows of yesteryear. Or at least one of them. A count-your-blessings tribute to 2012’s “winter that wasn’t.” Unlike a year ago, when our Watertown yard looked pretty much as our old Cambridge one did here 30 years back. Winter 2011 was brutal and relentless, not good for runners like me. Also not good for drivers (not like me.) It sure did make one long to be anywhere but here. Preferably someplace sunny, warm, with good food and a language other than English? Maybe that’s why we were un poco envious of happy for our friends David and George who enjoyed a Costa Rican cruise. Or why we’re thinking that it’s about time for us to plan our next vacation. Sailing from Venice to Barcelona? With maybe a little Croatia and Sicily en route? No snowshovels needed.

1 comment:

  1. I remember that snowy winter! I recall one blizzardy night when we got off work at midnight at WGBH only to find streets impassable for cars. You graciously opened your home to us shivering co-workers to warm up with hot coffee before we set off on foot through the snow drifts to our respective homes.