[Rick Lee]

I went to Spring Break in Boca Raton in March, 1993. That's when the Blizzard of '93 just crushed the whole East Coast. We behaved very badly. We drove from Pittsburgh to Boca with a case of Schaeffer pounders, only stopping for gas. We relieved ourselves into the empty cans and tossed them out the window. We arrived at the beach with our last three Schaeffers to watch the sun rise. After a week of drunken debauchery, we simply did not believe the weather forecasts and started on the journey home. It got cold in GA and by SC it was a full blown blizzard. Fortunately, we had stopped for more beer and fireworks. We somehow ended up on a hwy that was closed to all traffic. It wasn't plowed, but since there were no other cars, we weren't worried about hitting anything, as we shot fireworks out the car windows. When we finally saw other cars in WV, the traffic backup was so bad, we turned the car off and fell asleep .... on the hwy. A cop woke us up, but we were still boxed in by thousands of other cars. Somehow we managed to go in reverse to the previous exit and took back roads to get back to the PA Turnpike. That would have been such a memorable trip if I could remember much more of it.