From Josephine in Cary
Posted May 3, 2011
My husband and I wanted to go to Lancaster to celebrate my Mother's 91st birthday! I called Greg and asked what the weather would be like. He said: "You can get there, but I don't know if you can get back. The snow will start Saturday about midnight."
The family was up playing pinochle. At about 12:30 a.m. Sunday, we looked outside and the snow was really coming down. It was the Blizzard of 1993. The Governor closed the State on Sunday, even the State Troopers couldn't get on the road.
My husband said that I believe you as much as I do the writers of the Gospel. :)
It's no wonder you're No. 1! Congratulations!