Memories of the blizzard of ’75
When I was a kid I observed that old men enjoyed telling stories of harrowing storms they had survived when they were younger. I didn’t understand it all back then, but I do now. So let me tell you about one of the nastiest blizzards in my memory. It happened 50 years ago this month. In January 1975 my wife, son and I had lived in the Sioux City community just one year and I was working for a radio station with offices at the north end of downtown. It seemed to be an average winter day when I went to work that Friday, but by mid-morning it was snowing heavily. After making sales ...