December 20, 1964
It snowed about 7 or 8 inches between 4 and 12 o’clock. It’s snowing again now. In fact, I hope there’s no school tomorrow. It would serve them right for letting us out only two days before Christmas. I HOPE IT BLIZZARDS! 12 more inches, in fact, all over the place! Hah! Maybe then I’ll get some satisfaction out of school. Oh, by the way, yesterday Dad got an invitation to LBJ’s inauguration. Of course, he can’t go, but what an honor!
December 20, 1964
It was not lost on the school children of New Milford, Connecticut, that even though we were a town with a huge area and a small population, meaning that most of the students traveled by school bus, we seemed to NEVER have snow days. Don’t bother to fact check this assertion. It was accepted fact by every child in the school system. I would go to bed watching a very promising snowfall, only to wake up to plowed roads under sunny skies. Adding insult to injury, my brother and I did not ride the bus. We walked to school, across the unplowed athletic field.
How did Dad get that invitation? I have no idea. Perhaps as the local newspaper editor, or a friend to various local politicians. He was pleased enough to frame the invitation and hang it in the rec room, right above his bowling trophies.