Stop Whining, Bostonians: The Great Blizzard of '78 was Worse

I was there. The Great Blizzard of '78 Remembered

That it was worse.

That the NYT's alarmist predictions of no snow are risible given how much of the stuff is visible.

By the way, I loved my years in Boston-Cambridge.  Boston was my Mecca, the hub of the universe.  But I was a young guy, liberal as the young are wont to be, who hadn't yet thought hard and long and in an experience-informed way about political and social questions.  I owned nothing and I paid no taxes.  Quite the contrary: I received food stamps.  I was scraping by on a very low stipend in a very expensive city.  So I applied for, and received, public assistance.  I had no qualms about doing so at the time.  The food stamps allowed me to quit my awful and dangerous job as a taxi driver.  (The only thing worse than a Boston driver is a Turkish driver.)  I used my time well and kept my nose to the philosophy grindstone.  But the point is that I was able-bodied and should not have been allowed on welfare.  Welfare programs breed dependency and lack of self-reliance, among other ills -- which is not to say that there should be no such programs.