The Blizzard of '97

	We really weren't expecting it - the crocusses were blooming, people were wearing shorts and we'd visited the vet with the convertible top down. The very next afternoon, the wet snow began, the winds surpassed 50 mph; traveling was extremely difficult by evening. By the end of the next morning, with clearing skys, we could view the Cambridge, one week into Spring.
	The Bull establishment, which houses Fifi's Kitchen, is pretty much inaccessible.
	"You want me to go where? The landlord hasn't even shoveled the walk yet."
	"So now I have to wait for the neighbors to shovel."
	"I think we won't bother with the smoked pork butt and ribs today, we'll just do chateaubriand in the oven."