A Nor’easter heads our way today. Just in time to affect our ‘April Fools Day’ Family Gathering up north – moving it down south.
I love Nor’easters.
Just a couple Mondays ago I journeyed up to Waterville Valley to catch the skiing snow dropped by one. Its winds likewise dropped a substantive bike shed five feet down a hill at our condo complex.
I remember another one several April Fools Days ago causing a ‘snow day’ from school and my self appointed ski on Hopkinton roads over to my children’s home with their dad to drop off snow boots – an effective alibi to see them!
And I remember the wonderful Nor’easter of 1978 – on my birthday – in Marblehead – that shut down the state of Massachusetts for one week while snow was cleared. THAT lives in my mind’s eye forever. I donned my cross-country skis early and headed out across town to witness the awesome effects. Nothing compares to Nor’easters by the sea. Nothing compares to skiing on roads shut down.
Still, there’s something oddly familial to me about an April Fools Nor’easter.