Alumni Sandstorm ~ 11/13/15
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1 Bomber sent stuff: 
Dick McCOY ('45)
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BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Carol CARSON ('60)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: John STANDLEY ('66) 
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Marc FRANCO ('66)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Sue DIX ('72)

WEEKLY BOMBER LUNCH: Mostly '52ers, Noon, Sterling's GWWay (Fridays)

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>>From: Dick McCOY ('45)

Re: Armistice Day [11/11]

I'm a couple of days late with this, so what else is new?

75 years ago on 11/11/40, a terrible storm hit the US. The
galloping Gertie bridge in Tacoma went down. In Minnesota, where
I lived, a terrible blizzard hit and lasted four days. 70 folks
died, mostly hunters or caught out on the roads. It hit Lake
Michigan lasting three days and sinking three ships with 57
lives lost. I was in the eighth grade in Mound, Minnesota. It
was raining when we caught our bus to school, and by the 11:00
time to note a moment of silence, it had turned into a gale
wind. We were sent home and I had took a walk of a mile home in
fierce conditions with light clothing and shoes. I barely made
it. For the next four days my mom, little brother, Patrick ('55-
RIP), and I were isolated in our home. We had a coal furnace 
and a wood cooking stove, which was up to me to keep going. The
electricity went out the first day, and we lit kerosene lamps.
Such were kept on hand by most rurals in those days. The wind
howled and the temp dropped to 5° below. Dad was stuck in the
city for five days. I made one trip to the store (on foot)
again, a mile away. The owner stocked me up with necessities,
and added some candy for me. Her handyman got me home with his
chained up truck, and I still can't understand how he made it
through some of those four foot drifts. My Dad was a World War I
vet so it was a remembrance in more ways than one.

Hug a vet, on any day of the year.

-Dick McCOY (from the Tin Can class of '45)
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