When I had just moved to Chicago two years ago and had three different appointments on a very snowy January day. I was certain that one of them was going to cancel. It was really coming down. In NYC/NJ, schools would definitely have been closed or at least delayed.
But, as it turns out, not one of those appointments was canceled. One of them even involved me getting on a train to Oak Brook. Not only was the train on time, the person I was meeting was on time and she had to drive there. And, not one person the entire day ever mentioned the snow.
Snow? Oh, yeah, it's snowing. Anyway...
That's when I realized "Toto, I don't think we're in the Northeast anymore. This is Chicago. Weather doesn't faze these people."
Until now ... it seems it's all anyone can talk about.
Today, I am grateful ~
1/ for trains that run on time, even in the snow (in NYC, if it rains, add 20 minutes to your commute)
2/ for people who run on time, even in the snow
3/ that I'm surrounded by expert winter dwellers. If anyone can weather (pun kind of intended) a snowacalypse, it's Chicagoans. Show Bloomberg how it's done. Bring. It.
Spirit of '67