Halloween Snow Storm

You may recall that Chuck's birthday is at the end of October so Happy 27th Birthday Chuck! I came up to CT for a weekend of pumpkin-flavored beer drinking between clinical rotations (I finished at STC on a Friday and started my next rotation the following Tuesday). Chuck brought some pumpkins home from work and we had an evening of carving while watching Hocus Pocus (on my laptop which is set up in front of the TV because Hocus Pocus wasn't available for streaming on Netflix but I insisted that we watch it). Here is the scene:

Now, while I am a fan of pumpkin carving I don't go all out. I am happy with a simple face. Chuck decided that, if we were going to be carving pumpkins as 27 year olds, we could set the bar a bit higher - so we went to work:

Chuck settled on a Boston College mascot theme (they are the BC Eagles):

I went with a ShopRite theme in the hopes that Chuck's parents would put it at their front door for all of the trick-or-treaters to see:

Pretty good eh? I'm sure my plan for pumpkin displaying would have worked out but then this happened:      

Alas, since it is still supposed to be fall all of the trees still have leaves on them so when the snow storm hit the trees couldn't take the weight that built up on their branches so they started toppling left and right. Here is a picture of Chuck and his dad on his dad's street:

They are standing at the top of his dad's street (the plow couldn't get through during the night for obvious reasons). Aside from it being sad/scary to have trees falling down all over town, it was crippling because they were falling on phone and power lines. The storm happened Saturday evening/night. I was supposed to take a train back to the city on Sunday (I had class and a test on Monday morning) but all of Amtrak was shut down in the state of Connecticut because they were without power. Instead, I went to ShopRite with Chuck (we picked his dad up on our way, that is when I took the picture!) where we tried to salvage their perishable goods by moving them into refridgerated trucks. It was quite a disaster. As I write this (a week later) one of their stores still doesn't have power so it is running off of a giant generator and Chucks apartment (along with 75% of homes in Connecticut) still doesn't have electricity - remind me again why we left California?