A reprise in honor of the first R-FH area snowfall of the New Year and nostalgia for the days of waiting for the snow day whistle to blow … Yes, before the morning phone call and electronic communications, there was only the fire horn to listen for on what all kids wished would be a snow day … No need for snow days in pandemic times. Virtually no need. Remember the horn?

It may or may not have been a snapshot of the infamous Blizzard of ’78, but there was not an SUV in sight, that’s for sure. Yes, those slick sedans slipped and slid their way right to school. Or not. There was a lot more fearlessness of the white stuff. That was the RFH golden rule of the era.