Saturday, February 09, 2013

I miss you dad

It was my first year at McGill. My sisters had chipped in to buy me a huge red parka. We lived in Massachusetts, but I was going way up North. After all, a cold winter wind in Boston is known as the Montreal Express.
One morning, my dad calls me on the phone. I tell him about this huge snowstorm we're having up in Canada. I rave on and on.
My father's description of the Blizzard of '78 were these four words:
We had snow too.

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