So, thinking back to what was going on around that time, the Minnesota Twins had just won the World Series (Congrats to the St. Louis Cardinals for taking this year's title over Texas!) I don't remember a ton from the series games other than my mom pacing around the living room watching from home. She plans to go the next time the Twins make it to the series, but in 1991, she wasn't able to go for fear that she would give birth to my brother right there at the game - which I still think would have made a good story.
What I do remember are mostly images. I vaguely remember going into the living room and seeing our neighbor watching the Flintstones in her pajamas. I knew at that point that I had a brother, and my sister tells me that she woke me up. I remember my grandma coming over and playing outside when it started snowing while my sister was at school. I remember my dad coming home to get us and sitting in the front seat (no airbags, and it was 100% okay back then) of the car on the way to visit my mom and brother in the hospital. I remember going around the curve to enter the Wakota bridge. Normally not the way we would take, but I'm sure roads had been shut down by then.
I remember getting to the hospital and holding a baby for the first time. My sister, brother, and I are the oldest of all of our cousins, so he was really my first baby experience. I was wearing a teal sweater with hearts on it. I honestly don't remember much more from the hospital than that.
I remember getting home to our neighbor plowing out our driveway (different neighbor than the one in pajamas that morning). To a 4-year-old, watching someone plow through a 6 foot snow drift is pretty cool. After last winter, I am starting to realize just how much work that really was.
I've heard other accounts and stories, but having a brother who was born on the day of the blizzard is definitely a fun fact that can be really helpful. I've won countless arguments on how long ago the Halloween blizzard was simply by saying "My brother was born that morning." Aside from those little tiffs, I can't be more thankful to have my brother in my life. We don't always get along, but that's what being a sibling is for. I know he would kill for me, and I for him. We both want houses that can go off the grid, and we have been able to force each other to grow immeasurably I can't be more happy for that.
So, happy 20th Bitthday, Tom! I hope it's a great one!