As you may have heard, much of the South got hit by what we Bostonians would call “A minor inconvenience.” For the last few years I’ve lived about halfway between Charlotte and Atltanta, and I’m always amused the reaction when we get snow. We got a little over an inch of snow followed by some ice, both of which have melted already.
However, for an area that doesn’t see this type of weather too often, I thought my city handled it pretty well. Unlike the city leaders in Atlanta, we knew this was coming since Saturday. Anyways, since everything closed on Tuesday, I’m still running a bit behind on things. I’m hoping things will be back to normal later today, but for now enjoy this:
On this day in TNU history
Mother nature can be funny sometimes, and there are times I think she has it in for the TNU crew. Take December 7, 2003 for example. For several months, Laneit, Wah Kee, and I had looked forward to a comic book convention in downtown Boston. We rearranged our work schedules, and planned to hit the show early so we could be back home in time for football. But on the eve of the convention, mother nature hit us big time.
The snow started falling on the afternoon of Saturday December 6, and by the time I left work that night, we already had a couple of inches on the ground. The forecast called for blizzard conditions overnight, and my hopes and dreams of comic-con started to fade away.
By Sunday morning our town had 19 inches of snow, downtown Boston had 16, and it was still coming down. When Laneit called, I figured it was to say forget it, we’ll have to wait for the Spring show. But to my amazement he said, “Show’s still on. Wah Kee’s driving.”
Back then, Wah Kee drove one of those old Mercedes-Benz. You know the type, big, loud, and heavy. Along for the ride were three shovels, and plenty of rock salt. Although we were the only ones on the road, it took over an hour to get into the city, but we made it safely, which is saying something because Wah Kee was driving.
The comic shows at the Radisson were usually packed, but this time, the vendors outnumbered the fans. I felt terrible for them, expecially the guys we always bought from. However, the small crowd was good news for us, because we got some of the best deal EVER. Trades and graphic novels at 75% off, fill a long box of comics for $35, and my favorite deal of the day: Vintage James Bond movie posters for under $20 bucks. I was a giddy little school boy… until my phone rang.
It was one of my co-workers, I won’t say her name because she only brings up bad memories. She was scheduled t open that day, but she claimed she could not, because of a a problem. The conversation went something like this:
Evil one: I’m begging you, please open for me.
Maz: Why can’t you open?
Evil one: I can’t find my car.
Maz: You lost your car?
Evil one: It’s buried under the snow, and it’s a white car, so I can’t see it.
Maz: So go shovel it out.
Evil one: I would, but I don’t remember where I parked in my drive way.
By this time, rage was taking over me, but I managed to control it before telling her “Shovel until you find it.” I told Laneit and Kee the situation, and Laneit made a valid point. If I didn’t open, this girl would have made my life a living hell for weeks. Funny thing is, she still made my life a living hell, but that’s another story for another time. At least I had a giant comic book stash to help me ignore her.
December 7, 2003 was one of the strangest days I’ve spent with the TNU crew, I still can’t believe we made it in one piece. That adventure proved to me that neither rain,nor snow, nor sleet, nor gloom of night, stays these nerds from their comic book shows.