As I am sure all of you who live in the northern part of the country, or watch the news for that matter, are aware--and as Sara pointed out in an earlier blog--we had a blizzard recently.
And, as I've said before in several of my blogs, I am from Florida. It was cold.
Above is a picture of my street two days after the blizzard, and my roommate's back. As you can see, there was no sign of the street being plowed any time soon and people had to abandon their cars to the masses of snow.
My own car, the itty bitty Yaris it is, was buried under the snow for days. (the red Toyota below)
This being the first (school)year my roommates and I have lived out of the dorms, I have to say I was unprepared for the winter months. At the dorms, the pathways to school were dug out for us by the IIT groundspeople. Now, I own shovels to dig my car out with and salt to ice my steps with. We have nothing like this in Florida and it continues to amaze me every day, from the tiny snowmen sitting on people's stoops to the night when the whole neighborhood got together and dug out the street.
Chicago may be a big city, but surprisingly often I am still surprised by the friendly mid-west attitude and customs in the people around me and it's wonderful.