I'll never see this again
- Thread starter Urban Hermit
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True dat. But the last time I saw snow down here even approaching this was about 70 years ago. I ain't gonna last to 150.
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That’s why everyone moved to Florida - to escape that. North Florida is a different climate
If anybody sees two snowflakes at the same time the government shuts everything down.
ROFLMAO ! ! ! Love it, even if it is photoshopped !! There is a disappointment, though -- it won't copy.
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Indeed, indeed! I've already strutted to my buddy who lives in northern Virginia, works at the Pentagon, and grew up in Vermont. I trow he never saw the like of it.
Somebody put a pic of Pensacola Beach snowed over on line beside a pic from Alaska taken the same day -- without snow and people outdoors in relatively light jackets.
You can tell that's a real Florida snow plow because there are chains only on the rear wheels.
It snowed in Clearwater when I was about six or seven years old. I remember the school busses on the news couldn't travel the perfectly flat city streets and one turned sideways on Gulf-to-Bay Blvd. That was less than a quarter of an inch. In New Hampshire now, I don't even have my driveway plowed unless we get over four inches.
-Will
It snowed in Clearwater when I was about six or seven years old. I remember the school busses on the news couldn't travel the perfectly flat city streets and one turned sideways on Gulf-to-Bay Blvd. That was less than a quarter of an inch. In New Hampshire now, I don't even have my driveway plowed unless we get over four inches.
-Will
I was in South Bend the winter 1963-4 when it was declared a national disaster area due to snow. One night I tried to go to a coffee shop I had been told was in a senior dorm across campus (I was a stupid freshman and there was no such coffee shop .) I was the only idiot outdoors on the whole campus. Walkways were plowed with snow banks nearly six feet on each side, three two to three feet on the ground. I'd not snapped the hood onto my parka. Coming back it felt like I had icepicks through my ears. And then it didn't. I got very sleepy but I was walking briskly. I didn't feel cold any more. The snow banks looked very inviting. I wanted to lie down and nap. And then I remembered an account I'd read in Readers' Digest when I was about 10 of a man who clinically froze to death in a minor avalanche experiencing the same warm, sleepy, cozy feeling. I realized I wasn't getting any closer to the next lamppost; I was barely moving; and I knew I was on the verge of freezing to death. If I'd lain down I would not have been found until spring. I concentrated on the lamppost and forced myself toward it. I went into the first dorm I came to and hugged the steam radiator for a few minutes, to the mystification of the campus cop at the suitcase-sized desk, and then went on to my own dorm. Had it not been for that Readers' Digest article for eight years prior coming into my head I would have been dead within the hour. I think that's the first time I was near death if my antics in my father's Studebaker Hawk don't count. And I want never to spend another week in a northern winter.
That vehicle in reply 12.... looks like something from the Red Green Show!