by Michael Dymmoch
People bitch constantly about the accuracy of weather reports, but they’d do well in the stock market with information as ”bad.”
We had blizzards when I was a kid. I didn’t walk five miles to school in snow, just two blocks to the bus stop. And the snow sometimes started in November and stayed on the ground until March. I lived through the winter of ’67, and the snows of ’78, and the minus 25 degree temperatures in 1985. And in April of 1975 , I remember driving through a “freak” snowstorm that dumped 18 inches of snow overnight.
So when they predict three to six (or even ten) inches of snow and call for a winter storm watch, I don’t get it. This is Chicago. We’re supposed to get snow in winter. People who don’t want to move to Florida or Arizona ought to get a grip and a snow shovel and deal with it.
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4 comments:
Amen, Brother, from Minnesota. We are coming out from a frosty, nippy week. It happens; it's Minnesota. We get -25 F. We get -45 F wind chill.
My mantra was NO EXPOSED SKIN.
Put on more clothes, people, or go someplace else.
We've had too many less-than-real-Chicago winters. People have become wimps. I lived through '67, '79, '83, '84, and '85. I was out cross country skiing along the lake on the day it was -26. Beautiful experience. Nobody else out there except other x-c skiers. It was a kind of peace and quiet that one can rarely experience here.
LOL! And that's one of the reasons I moved to Arizona. I loved Chicago, and (mostly) liked the snow, but those long gray winters with not nearly enough sunshine? Nope, couldn't do it.
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