In January 1967, Chicago had a winter storm that didn’t leave until it had dumped 26″ of snow. The day before it was sixty degrees. Those days were long before our current sophisticated radars, so nobody knew it was coming. My dad carpooled to the city with a guy who had a VW Beetle, and it took them eight hours to get home. Mom was worried sick as the only conversation she’d had with him was at 3:00 when he said he was leaving the office.
Those were the days when men were men and a snowstorm was a snowstorm.
On the local news this afternoon, it was reported that we just may get our first look at the white stuff. Doppler radar showed it in western Kansas with predicted arrival at about 9:00 p.m. and tapering off at 2:00 a.m. Reporters were sent to overpasses and highways, and the streets and sanitation guy was interviewed to see if they were ready with salt and crews to spread it.
Protect the women and babies. Predicted snowfall amount is 1″.
We got 1/2 an inch.
Folks still drove crazy. Oh the ice. Oh the slippery roads. OMG!
Becca