I remember waking up and looking out the window to even the weakest of flurries, the snow barely coating the grayish-green winter grass, but we’d run to the TV anyway just to see.
I remember waiting for the cancellation: watching on TV for the name of our school to come across the bottom of the screen. We’d watch the list Attleboro, Acton, Boxboro, Chatham, Dedham, and wait and wait for the M’s. Then the news would cut to commercial, and we’d have to wait some more. So many times we’d leave the room and miss the M’s and have to wait for the whole list to circulate again, dreading the word Massasoit, because that would mean Martha’s Vineyard got skipped once again. We always got rain when everyone else got snow, so we rarely got to stay home.
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