“Snow day.” Those were once the two most glorious words ever uttered on an early morning radio broadcast.
When I was a kid in the ‘70s, it was pure heaven to wake to snow-blanketed hills, then tune into Jack Bogut’s KDKA morning show, praying he’d say our suburban school district was closed for the day.
As soon as our snow day was granted, we’d grab a bowl of cereal, layer up our clothing, then hit …
