So, Chicago got somewhere around 16 inches of snow last night. Plows were forced to stay on major arteries all night, with orders to plow side streets only after the snow had stopped. Most side streets, as of this moment (11:08 a.m.) are still untouched, leaving drivers to contend with the shin-deep powder standing between them and the heavily-salted and nearly-clear roadways just a block or two away.
Instead of digging myself out from a three-foot snowdrift, which I will have to do at some point today anyway, I went out and took some pictures of the Snowpocalypse aftermath. Temperatures are hovering in the teens, with wind chills in the single digits. Fun!
No, arrest orders weren't issued for people on the road past 11 p.m. No, the trains and buses never stopped. And we're the Second City? Pfft. Sack up, New York.