I'm pretty sure that year it was on Christmas eve. I remember that time well. I was supposed to go into work but the roads were closed in the towns around me. I did end up driving to the interstate (which was open) and drive to another town to shovel snow off a roof. The snow there was 7 feet. After we cleaned off the roof, I just walked off the edge onto the snow pile.

I had flown in from Chicago that evening, and I was supposed to leave that Thursday (27th). I remember not being able to fly back until the 29th, and I barely made it onto a plane that day without getting bumped as well.

Good times, and one of the reasons why I don't live there anymore .

Well I love the snow. I even like driving in it! I wouldn't want to live anywhere else really. The summers are nice and the winters have snow. What more could you want?

Well I love the snow. I even like driving in it! I wouldn't want to live anywhere else really. The summers are nice and the winters have snow. What more could you want?

haha, nothing like a Buffalo winter.

I live in Rochester so I know what it feels like, I love it too

Wow nice pictures there I really love snow but in London... it sucks. It mixes with mud and dirt and turns into black ice which isn't very good

Being able to go home, visit for the holidays, enjoy the snow, then come back to warmer weather afterwards. Driving in the snow *is* fun, though .

Tell me about it; it took me 4 HOURS to cross 180km (about 110 miles), instead the usual 2:20h. Not to mention I took off after work at 22:30h and arrived at 02:30h. Loads of fun, I tell ya. I couldn't feel my knees; it was as if I had been digging into the snow, not driving.

Snow is great, when you look at it through a window of a warm house