Getting Bread

One Christmas in the late 80s, it was about -70 below with the wind chill outside. The only car that started was our old ’66 Chevy Impala that was plugged in out in the snowbank. Anne’s parents loved the homemade bread from the monks at St. John’s University so we decided to brave the cold and pick up bread before heading home for the holidays. Mind you, this was before cell phones, and it was dark, snowy, and there was hardly a car on the road. It was quite a hairy experience.