It's snow time!

It's snowing a lot here.

Remember when you were a kid and it snowed a whole lot, but you still had to go to school? Remember how pissed off you were, hearing on the radio all the schools that were closed and yours wasn't? That your parents made you go to school anyway?

That's what it's like to work in Chicago, except you're the parent and if you don't show up, you don't get paid.

Hey, at least your employer gives you a pass on being late. But is that a fair trade off for what you had to go through in traffic just to get to work?

I love it. I really do. Maybe there's something about growing up in West Texas and New Mexico, where snow can really be rare, that makes it so magical. Oh, sure, the falling snow will be tripling your commute time, but can you explain the excitement of that first glance looking out the window and see everything being covered in that white, cold stuff?

I tell you what, Illinois winters can be pretty cold, but as long as the snow keeps coming . . . I'm all in.