What?

Thirty-two years have passed to the day. Exactly. If that isn't an omen, then I don't know what is. The last measurable snow in Tampa fell on January 19, 1977. The accumulation amounted to all of 0.2 inches, but the city, unprepared for and unaccustomed to wintry weather, came to a virtual standstill for a day. There was hardly any accumulation where we lived at, but I can remember staying home from school and scraping a few snowballs off of my Mom's AMC Hornet windshield. We even saved one in the refrigerator's freezer for quite some time.
Unforgettable would be the best way to describe it, as I've carried those memories with me for my entire life. So, tonight I'll keep my fingers crossed in hopes that we have another freakish show shower that will blanket our city. I wonder that if it snows in central Florida if all of the blue-haired snow birds will leave town early? That could ease some of the traffic on our already congested roads.
Keep up with our local Tampa weather here.
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