Scooterjim
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I was 12 years old when the blizzard of 78 hit central Indiana hard. It started in the afternoon, Dad made it home wed. evening in a blinding snow that just kept getting worse. for 3 days it snowed sideways with 50 below wind chills. When it stopped the world was silent, until we heard what sounded like a jet plane. It was a tank flying down our county road at full scream, with a rooster tail of snow a 100 foot in the air. The girl up the road was on some type of medical equipment that needed electricity and a tank was the only way to get to her. We helped the neighbor dig out a heavy work van and put on snow chains. Then they sent me on cross country skis to the dozen neighbors along a mile stretch to see if anyone needed anything. They did, cigarettes, coke, and booze. No one needed milk or eggs, just the essentials. I wasn't allowed on the trip to the store, but they had to drive in reverse 5 miles there and back following the tanks trail. I was the hero of the neighborhood when I skied up bearing booze and cigarettes. The next week was spent digging snow forts and sledding off a neighbors barn roof.