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Originally Posted by Acajack
I may have mentioned this before but in an old photo of me as a little boy I am standing on top of a pile of snow with my hand on top of a telephone pole. This was in Northern New Brunswick in the first part of the 1970s.
That snow did not all fall to that height. It was pushed into that pile along the road by snowplows. But it was still a huge amount of snow.
Still very high, though. Probably about 10 metres.
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Stories like yours are one of the many things I envy about you North Americans. Your memories are filled with countless episodes of snow, blizzards, cold waves, ice storms, Nor'easters, freezing rain, fog, and so on. :sbarazzino:
Living in Palermo, what will I be able to remember about the climate of this infernal city when I'm an old man? Except for a few heavy thunderstorms, I’ll recall skies full of sand, temperatures over 40°C, long droughts with cracked earth, scorching Saharan winds, and other crap like that. Well, the only exception would be if World War III breaks out in the meantime. In that case, if I manage to survive, I’d experience a long nuclear winter. :-))))))))))))))))))))))))