mmpsteve
Real CZ's have a long barrel!!
Wednesday morning and the "Blizzard of 67" I was 13 and remember it well.
Blizzard of 67, I was seven. Maybe six. I do remember my dad digging a path out the front door to the street. The walls of the path were taller than I. Dad was working in the Mills at the time, and had gotten stuck in his car about a mile from our Dyer home, and walked the rest of the way.
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