The year they shut down the Minneapolis airport because of snow
Yeah, I have seen a lot of snow. But nothing like the Christmas snow of 1982.
I had just graduated from college, and was visiting my family that Christmas. And the night before my flight was scheduled to leave, I just felt that it was all over way too soon. There had been the rush of holidays, but I hadn't taken any time just to breathe. I hadn't had any quality time with my youngest brother, who is my favorite. But, well, my flight was early in the morning, and when I went to bed I knew that my mom, who was always an early riser, would be sure to get me up and moving in plenty of time.
I woke up late that morning. It was well past the time for my flight. And I knew that my parents, who were always morning people, hadn't overslept. Something was up. And then I looked out of my bedroom window.
Like I said, I had seen snow before, but never like that morning. There had finally been a snowfall big enough to shut down Minneapolis. And in spite of the fact that I've never been much for going out into the snow, I went out to see it. And my little brother came with me.
It was so quiet. The streets hadn't been plowed, and there were no cars. I saw police patrolling on snowmobiles. My brother and I walked for quite a while. I've joked about it being a *Christmas Miracle*, but, you know, it really was.
Posted by Brad Hall