A s I write these words snow is falling fast and furious and our dreams for an end to winter have been shattered by an unanticipated March storm.
As I watch the snow I think back 35 years to Tuesday April 6 1982. On that day a rare April blizzard dumped a foot of snow on New York City. The airports were closed. The Yankees’ season opener was canceled. The 21° F temperature also made it the coldest April 6 on record.
And the next day was Erev Pesach.
As can be imagined many people’s plans changed.
A chassidisher friend of mine who never ate gebrochts in his life found himself being hosted by a litvishe rav where the nonconsumption of the balabusta’s knaidlach would have raised more than a few eyebrows.
