Waiting to Cry: Travails of a Long Journey

It was March 1977, and the harsh winter began to give way to forty-degree weather. We have survived another harsh winter a winter in most eyes that was unforgiving. Most cars lay buried deep beneath the snow, not a single indentation of a car’s roof but level ground as far as the eye could see. The snow must’ve been at least ten feet deep if it wasn’t foot. January’s harsh weather was far from being over; ice lined the edges of the sidewalks, turning into slush, and slid down the sewers, cleansing the streets as its final winter act. I must say,If I said I didn’t mine the snow I would be lying are being paid to make such a ridiculous statement. I hated going to school in the early mornings during the winter months. I also hated going to school in the early mornings in the spring and fall months. I guess you can say I didn’t enjoy the educational process.