So last night was supposed to be the Blizzard of '09. And it happened, all right. I had a bit of deja vu in the midst of it. This happened to me the last time we had a big storm, but at the time, I didn't remember it. I've even written a blog post about it. If you've read it, it's just the same story. If you haven't, here's what happened.
I kept hearing this loud noise, half asleep, and I was thinking, "I've seen the Stealth Bomber before, I know what it sounds like. I wonder why it's flying right now?"
5 minutes later:
"It's the Stealth Bomber again. What's going on? Is there some winter show?"
10 minutes later, the "Stealth Bomber" "flew overhead" again, but this time, there was a big boom sound right in front of my house. That's what woke me up at 3 AM. I thought, "There's the Stealth Bomber, and...Oh my god, we're being bombed!"
I freaked out, and woke up, and looked outside to see...a snowplow. I don't know what it kept hitting, but right in front of my house there was a pothole, or a manhole cover, or something, so that you'd hear the loud roar of the snowplow (which sounds exactly like the Stealth Bomber, by the way), and then a huge boom, as it went over the hole right in front of my house. And a snowplow went by every 5 minutes--I timed it. I should be happy that my town is so vigilant about keeping the streets cleared, but my god, it was a pain in the ass at 3 AM. I had a hard time falling asleep again, but eventually I did.
And that's the story of how we got bombed in Brookline in the snow.
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Gee, in the ghetto, we get a plow about once a year!
it's similar in Montreal. I actually enjoy it. The bombs tell me I'll wake up to a beautiful view in a couple of hours.
You know, maybe the stealth bombers weren't actually bombing your street. Perhaps they were simply breaking the sound barrier? Maybe the thought would make it a bit easier to get back to sleep (at least until the next bombing run)!
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