You snow crybabies can shut your pieholes unless you see this when you look out your windows (more photos here):
One of my earliest memories is from that blizzard (March, 1966). I remember watching my Dad bundle up in two pairs of pants (an old farmboy trick) so he could walk to a neighbor’s house and deliver a baby. Mother and baby did fine. Dad grew up a few miles from where the picture above was taken.
That story pales in comparison to this one from the current (paper) issue of South Dakota Magazine, which I’ve included after the break: