Its another bad-weather morning that is less than ideal for traveling on the roads, and I’m very glad I don’t have to go anywhere, that I can sit in the living room and watch the snow and ice outside. At times like this, I consider the realities of living somewhere that really gets snow regularly, like Chicago. Or life a hundred years ago, before snow blowers. Yet I know from experience that when you get snow regularly, you are prepared, you know how to deal with it, and it becomes a part of life, rather than just an exceptional event