It was the late 1960's and early 1970's from which I summon the fondest memories of being homebound. If not totally homebound, at least no one was leaving town. It was 1969 when a local weatherman made a career impacting faux pas, altering reports coming from the National Weather Service by reporting his own opinion. What was understood, by his report, to be a mild to maybe moderate snowfall produced 12-foot drifts less than a mile from our home. Helping my dad feed the neighbors cattle required pushing through snow that was hip pocket deep on either of us...
