Forty-four years ago this morning, my wife and I started on a fantastic journey, which turned out to be a little more ‘unscheduled’ than we expected. After living in Chicago for two years, I had accepted a job in New York City. On the morning on February 5, Betty and I boarded a 7:30 flight at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport bound for New York LaGuardia. Our flight time was supposed to be 90 minutes. We were told there was ‘some snow’ in the New York area but that we should arrive on time at 10 a.m. We carried four large suitcases plus two carry-ons with us (this was before airlines discovered they could mint money by charging for such things).
|The Blizzard of '78 shut down the
Northeast for more than a week
|Double-click to see snowfall
totals - we landed right in the
thick of the thing.
|Note the fifth bullet...
|This is what we saw when we
got off the subway in Brooklyn
|211 Bergen Street in Boerum Hill.
We planted that tree in front, at left.