Enroute to EWR onboard PE (circa 1985/86), the weather conditions on the entire east coast deteriorated substantially while enroute this evening, which closed not only EWR; but, all four alternate airports.

Hours of constant turns and circling. From my experience, I knew something was going on; but, could only hypothesize from the cheap seats (gear, flaps, etc) as to why we had not yet arrived in EWR or heard from the crew.

Landing was abrupt and sudden. Many in the cabin screamed and braced. Although I heard the precursors to landing, it even caught me by surprise. The conditions were absolutely horrible. We could not see the bottom of the stairs, tail or wing tips let alone the terminal. I have never seen fog that thick.

I was a JS, the last person to get off the a/c and my colleagues up front exited with me. They were sheet white and drenched with sweat. All they could say, as we walked down the air stairs, "it was a miracle", the FE could not understand how we made ORF, we should have run out of fuel 15 minutes earlier.

I could only imagine the scene up front. Having absolutely no choice but to land completely blind with no fuel. Mind, this is 1985/86, the precision landing systems were a thing of the future.

Years later, I was in EGE reviewing a fuel ticket and noticed a "bump" in the loaded lbs. They fueler made a casual comment that when the request is an odd number, he just rounds up . . . . Perhaps a fueler years before had the same philosophy and the extra few lbs of fuel saved MANY lives.