I wrote this for the group "I Survived the Blizzard of '78", but Facebook won't let me post it there, so I'll post it here and post a link there.
I ended up being stuck at work during the storm we'd had a couple weeks earlier, so this time I decided I'd stay home and be stuck there. I generally worked nights those days, at the MIT/AI lab, because the computers were faster then. That's something young folks will have trouble understanding...
But no, as the storm grew, the lights went out. I decided I'd rather be stuck at work than at home in the dark, so I pulled on my snowsuit, and headed out into the storm.
From Queensbury St, beyond Fenway Park, to 545 Tech Square (beyond Kendall Sq), I trudged through the storm. Crossed the Harvard Bridge. I remember there was a semi truck stuck on the bridge somehow, but I could hardly see it as I passed, so I don't know what the situation was. I was more focused on not being blown off the bridge.
I took a shortcut out of the storm through the halls of MIT, then back out into the storm, and into the shelter of 545 Tech Sq.
A long trudge, but oddly peaceful, as nothing was moving, not even snowplows.
There were a bunch of us who weathered the storm there that night. The power stayed on, so we had light, warmth, lots of snacks, companionship, and best of all, computers, even the ARPAnet.
When the storm finally passed, and we ventured out again, we went to Colleens Chinese Cuisine for breakfast/lunch. The sun shining on drifts that made it challenging even for my 6'6" height, but one coworker was rather short, and it was particularly dramatic to watch him flail through the drifts. We made it to the restaurant, where we warmed our souls with Suan La Chow Show, and then headed back to the lab to settle in for a stay.
During this excursion, the amazing thing was, NOT A SOUND. Not a single vehicle, anywhere, in motion. Just the sound of our feet, and our laughter, as we plowed our own way through the snow.
And clean -- that's the only time I can ever say, Cambridge looked clean!
When Sound finally returned, it was the BEEP BEEP BEEP of the backup warnings of front-end loaders, and trucks to haul away the snow. Finally, about 3 days after the storm hit, we began to drift back to our homes, as the city came back to life.
But it's still firmly fixed in my memory to this day.