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 cars roof but level ground as far as the eye could see. The snow mustve been at least ten feet deep if it wasnt foot. Januarys 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 didnt 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 didnt enjoy the educational process.