Every once and a while, the weather reports around Pittsburgh are not complete alarmist crap and we get hit with something way worse than anticipated. I can’t remember the last time I saw 18 inches of snow on the ground, but based on the news reports, it was probably in 1993. That would have made me about 15. Consider this another milestone down the path of feeling old.
Erin and I headed out to hit each other with snowballs and I got some shots of my own, local snowpocalypse.
* Alternate title considered for this post, but deemed too geeky: Snow Say We All