Ah yes, the famous Killer Storm From Cleveland. I was in third grade too here in Rochester and they sent us all home early from school. The supermarkets were jammed with people frantically stocking up on supplies. We all hunkered down to wait...and it never came. Veered off south of us or something. We got a few flakes.
That was a fun day off from school.
I got paid back this past March when I got stuck in your bastard of a snowstorm flying back from Nashville through Cleveland, though. Plane tried to land at Hopkins, bounced all over hell and gone and pulled up at the last second and went to Detroit where they said they'd gas up and try again. I said not with me you ain't. I got off the plane -- they told me I'd have to pick up my bag in Cleveland and I said fine, I don't give a sh-- about my bag. I rented a car and drove to Cleveland, stayed overnight at the airport hotel, and the next morning found that the plane had tried and failed to land twice, first getting diverted to Pittsburgh and then to Richmond for the night. I finally got them to agree to send my bag to Rochester and set out on the road for home. It took me ten hours, including 4 hours to traverse the 40 miles of Pennsylvania I-90. But I much preferred it to another go-round on that frickin' plane.