I arrived in Chicago in mid-2001, a few months after the city got socked by a nasty, snowy winter. What followed were three straight mild winters. For example, the winter of 2001-02 didn't see a Chicago snowstorm until mid-January. Last winter featured a few small snowstorms and a couple nasty cold snaps, but nothing major. This year was destined to be different, and your Reverend knew it, predicting a nasty winter as early as August. Sure, we didn't get a major snowstorm right after Election Day as I predicted, but then Chicago was so depressed over the election that we wouldn't have noticed an alien invasion, let alone a blizzard, so it may very well have occurred right under our noses.
Let me repeat this: I *told* you folks we were going to get socked with an ugly winter. I warned you. You could be in Hawaii right now with the intelligent people, but NOOOOO! All those excuses about jobs, kids, house repair et al, seem mighty flimsy now that you're up to your armpits in snowdrifts. I think Chicago owes me an apology for ignoring my warnings.