Shoveling snow in the alley with my neighbors one cold night when we first moved to Chicago’s Ukrainian Village, I yelled, “This must be what it’s like in Ukraine!”
“No!” Igor yelled back in his Ukrainian accent. “More like Siberia!”
That was the year of the polar vortex, when it stayed cold for two months, and my nine-year-old daughter reported, “My lips are so chapped. This morning I smiled or something, and my lips popped and the blood just came zooming out.”
Winters have been comparatively mild in Chicago the last couple years, and I waited through most of January for weather worthy of this annual encore video. We got a foot of snow Saturday night and Sunday.
Cue the Chicago lady.