Gratitude

Nobody in Boston had heard from Halifax for much too long.

Something was wrong up there. And it was bad.

It was a traffic accident with a two-mile blast radius. Roads were impassable. Railways were twisted. People resorted to digging with their hands to get to trapped victims. And that night, a blizzard buried the city in two feet of snow.

And it was the event that began a yearly tradition of gratitude.