Without question, this winter is the most brutal I’ve experienced
Greetings. I’m coming to you from my well-heated bunker, better known as my condominium on the North Side of Chicago. Without question, this winter is the most brutal I’ve experienced.
The winter of 1993-94 is a distant second, but as a sixth-grader I welcomed the weather. My middle school was shuttered for two days, giving me plenty of time to build a “luge track” with my cousin and play NHL ’94 on my Sega Genesis. Twenty years later, I finally realized that those salad days are long gone until I hit a PowerBall jackpot.