It was 1982. It was a really really big snow storm just before Christmas. It was the week before school closed for Christmas. So I didn't really not not want to go to school And of course school was cancelled.
And we walked to school anyway and had a massive snowball fight and we took photos of the fight.
And I looked at the photo recently and I saw my Dad in the background. And he was walking to work. He walked to work in a 3 ft snow drift - it was 8 miles. 8 miles there and 8 miles back. In a snow storm.
My Dad was there, but I didn’t see him.
That's a Dr Zhivago moment.
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