Blizzard of 1888 The worst blizzard in the history of the United States hit the country in the winter of 1888. It began on March 11, a Sunday, and continued for three days straight. The blizzard brought fierce winds and heavy snowfall that blanketed the country from the Great Plains to the East Coast. In New York City, the snow piled up to over 50 inches, blocking the streets and making it impossible to travel by foot, horse, or carriage. The telegraph and telephone lines went down, cutting off the city from the outside world. The snowdrifts were so high that they covered the second-floor windows of some buildings. People were trapped in their homes and buildings, unable to leave or get food and water. In Boston, the winds were so strong that they knocked down buildings and trees, causing widespread damage. The city was also buried in snow, with the total snowfall reaching over 40 inches. People who were caught outside in the storm were quickly buried in the snow, and many

Squeaky The Truckin' Squirrel By James Davis Brett had been an over-the-road driver for years, driving long hauls across the country. He loved the freedom of the open road, the ever-changing scenery, and the sense of adventure that came with each trip. But he had always felt something was missing. That all changed one day when Tommy spotted a small squirrel on the side of the road. It was injured and looked as if it wouldn't survive long in the wild. Tommy took pity on the squirrel and decided to take it with him on his journeys. He built a small cage and placed it in the passenger seat of his truck. At first, the squirrel was understandably nervous and scared. But over time, Tommy and the squirrel formed a bond. Tommy named the squirrel Squeaky and would spend his downtime talking to it, feeding it nuts, and letting it run around the cab of the truck. As Tommy drove across the country, he and Squeaky became something of a legend on the highways. Other truck drivers

It was the year 2073 and truck driving was no longer a job for humans, at least not in the traditional sense. Autonomous trucks had taken over the highways, leaving human drivers behind. But there was one man who refused to be replaced by a machine. His name was Jack and he was one of the last independent truckers. Jack drove a modified rig that was powered by a fusion reactor and equipped with advanced navigation systems, but it was still driven by a human. He loved the open road and the freedom that came with being a trucker. He was proud to be a part of a long tradition of truckers who had delivered goods across the country, through all sorts of weather and road conditions. One day, Jack received a mysterious package that needed to be delivered across the country within 24 hours. He didn't know what was in the package or who it was from, but he was a professional and he took the job. He set off on his journey, navigating through bustling cities and desolate deserts.