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othing is new under the sun or in an American winter. December storms move east and north from the Mid-South and Mid-West and inundate upper New York and New England.

A soldier is delayed on the road to Boston’s Logan International Airport, but his flight is already delayed by snow. The delay turns into cancellation and the soldier sleeps on a bench until the next available flight to Chicago.
O’Hare is snowed in while he waits for his flight to Minneapolis. He sleeps on the marble floor near other soldiers delayed on their flights to other places. After arriving late at Minneapolis Saint Paul International Airport, he catches a shuttle that slips and slides its way to the intercity Greyhound station.
All busses are delayed until daylight the next day and the soldier sleeps in a coffee shop booth until he is displaced by paying customers in the morning. The four-hour bus ride to his central Minnesota home town takes six hours on the snow drifted roads.

The ten-hour trip from Boston to his home town for Christmas leave takes 3 ½ days. Later a three-day train ride to Ft. Lewis, Washington, takes five weather-delayed days.

The soldier was me, the year was 1956.

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