Onward...

The only time I felt my safety was threatened throughout this ordeal was Thursday evening during my commute home from Daemen College out to my SE suburb. Amherst was in a state of complete chaos at 6:30 pm Thursday. When I finally got home after 90 minutes, all was quiet and nary a flake of snow to be seen so I went to bed thinking I'd fared the worst of it. At 4 am I woke up and thought I was dreaming, so freakish was the scene out of my window. My first reaction was a kind of panic as if we'd been attacked by some enemy. The ensuing days have been shoveling, darkness, tree and lawn clean up, darkness, wonder and depression, more darkness. The lights came on last night at 7 pm, so now it's just a matter of continuing clean-up and getting back to normal. I remember the '76 ice storm and the damage sustained then seems far worse than what I see now, but I guess it's all a matter of location.