Snowed in with Aunt Beth pt. 1
It was early March; forecasters were calling for a late-season blizzard to slam into our area within a couple days. Lines at grocery stores, hardware stores, and fuel stations were abnormally long and available provisions were becoming scarce. Emergency services were soon to be on standby and workers had already begun reporting in; my Father was soon to be among them. He was a plow driver. One of those who push snow off the road and leave a mixture of salt and sand behind. Though there was a lot more to the job than that. He’d often tell me about happening upon stranded motorists along his rout. Vehicles that had slid off the road and become stuck in the snow. He’d pulled hundreds from ditches and even taken people to shelters and hospitals. Most snow …