Fun Facts

I Will Never Forget the Blizzard of 1978 

Monday, February 6, 1978. Helen dropped me off at MASS General Hospital so I could have my arm operated on. The snow was falling at a very rapid pace and it was clear right from the get-go that this was going to be a serious storm. So Monday night all voluntary operations were cancelled at the hospital, all of the personnel could not leave, and I was a prisoner as well.

It snowed all day and night Tuesday, and I was a perfectly healthy inmate just wanting to go home. I was not able to “do” anything to help the poor workers for I was not union. Wednesday, the snow had finally stopped but because there was a ban on all cars the streets were empty. I asked to leave and I left the hospital at about 2PM.

I walked up onto Beacon street and headed for Brookline. After a mile up the street I flagged down a policemen who gave me a lift to Chestnut hill where Brookline ends. I got out of the car standing on Route 9 (which is a very busy main thoroughfare all the time).

There was no one in sight, no cars, no buses, no people. It was if the world had ended and I was the last person alive. Darkness was approaching as a car stopped by me and I stuck out my thumb. The man, a doctor, let me in and he drove me almost to my front door. I never had the operation for the doctor gave up medicine, but believe me I will never forget the blizzard.