The strangest day I can ever remember getting out of school was one day in late January/early February. I think it was 1972. It was around freezing with gray skies and not a flake of snow in sight. We were sent home early at noon because there was a blizzard blowing in from Western Nebraska. We all were laughing as we left the school grounds. We thought for sure the superintendent had lost his mind (We had a goofball). Less than 2 hours later there was at least a foot, foot and a half of snow on the ground. Our superintendent was still a goofball, but on that day he made the right call.