I remember being off for roughly 2 weeks, the snow was piled up for months. Within the first 3 days we were going stir crazy and my Dad said the maintenance guy for his building (Holling Press on Washington Street) needed to go downtown to check on the boilers and pipes. My Dad asked if I wanted to go (I think he just wanted to give everyone a break and get rid of me for a few hours).
It was so cool floating down Delaware Ave from Kenmore straight downtown in the old guys big Cadillac, almost like a boat going down a river. There were very few cars other than plows and emergency vehicles. We were stopped around Gates circle and Arnold (the old guy) said we were going to check the boilers and pipes, the cop let us go and we continued on. Once we got there it dawned on me that the reason they sent me was, Arnold was well into his 60's and I was 16, someone was going to have to shovel out the bay doors to get into the building and that was going to be me.
After getting into the building Arnold poked around, checked his pipes and boiler and we walked around making sure everything was secure, after that we just floated back up Delaware to Kenmore and I was delivered to my parents house. Besides shoveling and snowball fights, I don't think I made it out of the house for the next 10 days.