Musings on Snow in Chicago
     My friend Daina, the first day it snowed out, almost had an aneurysm. “It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” she exclaimed with the fevered glee of a 7-year-old opening a brightly-wrapped box on Christmas morning to find a Cocker-Spaniel puppy inside. My reaction to her happiness was to roll my eyes at her and walk... Read more »