Letter to readers: Storms and memories
I gripped the windowsill, fascinated by the sight of really big trees bowing to the wind as the Columbus Day Storm blew into my hometown on Oct. 12, 1962. The window wasn’t the best place to be during a windstorm, I’ll admit. But I was only 2 1/2, so didn’t appreciate the danger. My grandmother did, and she pulled me away with stern admonishments to: 1) Get away from the window; 2) ...
