INTERSTATE 99 NORTH OF ALTOONA, Pa. — And for about 30 seconds, I can't see anything in front of me except a couple of red taillights glowing in a flash blizzard.
We're driving away from that Siberian isolation chamber known as Penn State, toward Pittsburgh, in the mountains, five guys in a red minivan, none of us sure of the lines on the road. Storms often rise up and break apart like this in the Allegheny Mountains, so 15 minutes later, we're in the clear. The moon hides behind small, golden clouds. Altoona rises up on both sides, silent, quiet.