Forget the Blizzard of '78. This is the Blizzard of 2008. I can just see my kids someday talking to their kids...
"Back in oh-eight we had a storm so bad they didn't deliver the newspaper for two days."
"Daddy, what's a newspaper?"
Anyway, they finally got enough cabin fever to venture outside. The tiny little thing on the left is our Morgan.
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