I see Australia is trying to get back into the news with yet another weather related disaster, this time in the form of a giant cyclone. But the is clearly our hour. The world’s attention is focused upon US, suffering in noisy dignity in Chicago.
Horror stories from Lake Shore Drive as people were trapped in their cars for 9 hours. Not a way to spend the night. Various complaints on how come the city didn’t rush to rescue them countered with notices that people
were told to avoid Lake Shore Drive fairly early in the storm. So you decided to listen to your CDs instead of the radio, eh? Didn’t hear the repeated notices to stay the fuck off LSD, eh? No sympathy for you then, unless you happen to be someone I know, in which case it’s an outrage that the city didn’t rescue you sooner.
There’s a good foot of snow on the back porch and we’re three stories up. Does this mean there’s 30 feet of snow? How can one gauge such a thing without actually stepping outside? And who would dare go outside?
The wind is blowing in tree snapping gusts and the temp is plunging. Do I really want to go out in this? I may have to, because this is an event, but I need to be well wrapped first.
It will be hard to say what is open on such a day. I imagine everything will open, but perhaps later than usual and there will be a note of desperation with any shopper. Great for sales of canned meat and snack foods, beer and liquor. Then the panic buying of bread, bottled water and toilet paper starts. One too many hurricanes in my past, I’ve seen it all before.
But this is the city crippling storm long wished for. Already set at the Fifth Largest storm to hit the area, and it’s not done yet. Tomorrow is forecast with clear skies and bitterly cold winds. Coming close to rivaling the winter of '79 as far as winter storms go. I don’t think Chicago will get the snowfall levels that buried Fort Wayne in my senior year of high school, but this is certainly one for the memory books.
It’s certainly ideal for my inner Old Timer. By Spring I’ll be cackling about the ‘Big Blow’ in Two-Oh-Eleven.
“Hadn’t seen such a storm in near thirty years! Drifts the size of buses that turned out to be buried buses filled with people, all blue and cold and dead. Starved and frozen like fish sticks from hell!”
I can hardly wait.