I am no expert in dealing with snowstorms. In fact, I typically do quite poorly when it comes to inclement weather situations. I lived in Chicago for one year and the weather really took its toll on my personal freedom. I wasn’t willing to dig out my car from its parking spot and I didn’t dare take a clear spot from a neighbor for fear of revenge. I was privy to all sorts of stories of tire slashings and neighbor brawls over snow-free parking spaces in the dead of winter. The work that goes into a clearing a space is notable and, thus, the spots are prized possessions.
I managed to get around without too much difficulty. I took the train. I trudged around in weather proof boots. However, I didn’t cook. The grocery store was an unreasonably long trek. I worried I might just freeze dead in my tracks with my sorry lot of vegetables and tortillas. It wasn’t worth it. I was lucky, however. Chicago is a city where you can order whatever you want whenever you want. Snow? Blizzards? No one, apart from a sad little Californian with a tiny beater pick-up truck, is inhibited by 10 inches…
