http://www.oregonlive.com/weather/index.ssf/2014/02/portland_snow_traffic_fails_se.html
No one apparently believes the weatherman here, too many calls of ‘wolf’. But today he got his comeuppance. Went out this a.m. to meet my niece Stephanie at my alma mater – a building new to me, with pictures of the past graduates lining the hall. She wanted me to see the picture which one of her sons is proud to note is his [god-forbid] ‘great aunt’. Now that was fun. At her insistence, parked my car right in front of the main entrance door. When I was Jr I drove a pick-up truck to school. By my Sr year, I had graduated to a Corvair [blue, a picture of it is in the HS year book]. No one but me was there to note the chronology of what it had become! But I enjoyed the moment. The presentation of the school is very good. It is a different place than I attended. Can not say I was enamored with the interior, felt flat and boring, but the fields, as one approaches, are impressive. We were meeting there to take a ‘last drive’ before I have to turn my ‘precious’ over to the new owner. The car runs like butter, and driving is only and all a pleasure. But the farther East we travelled, the more the snow was swirling. We opted to turn around and have ‘coffee’ in the some ‘district’ [not the 9th] and went to the Grand Central Baking Company. Excellent baguettes. We discussed running an errand and left to do so. By this time, the snow was getting serious. The end result: No errand, show cancelled for this evening and the snow is coming down, blowing, twisting and turning and still piling up. True blizzard. Perfect for method acting, as the Mousetrap begins with all the guests, trudging to Monkswell Manor Guest House in a snow storm. Being out in it, is perfect sensory prep.