It was kind of silly here in Iowa last winter. Around Christmas, as you probably remember Jay, we got hit every night. I would watch the 10:00 weather, and Ed Wilson and Johnny Mac would be on a rampage. Things like "this is a major storm", "we've already gotten 4 inches and we expect eight more before it is over." It was like they were predicting the end of the world. "Dangerous wind chills," like everyone in Iowa doesn't have a winter coat, and doesn't go out in below zero weather every day of the week during the winter. So early every morning a tractor with a blade would come clearing our residential street and wake me up. I would go out, grab my big self propelled two stage snow blower, and go out with the rest of the neighbors to dig out. Forty five minutes max. That included the sidewalks and my next door neighbor's sidewalk.Then we would all go to work. The next night, Ed and John would be on the TV telling us that we were getting hit again. Like we are not used to snow in Iowa. After a while the big line was that it was getting really bad, no place to put the snow. Holy cow I thought. No kidding. My wife was in Las Vegas at a conference, and she was coming home at three in the afternoon one day. We got eleven inches of snow the night before. By the time two in the afternoon rolled around, I was doing 70 mph down the interstate on my way to Des Moines, no problem. The road was clear. If you are used to a certain kind of bad weather, it becomes a non-event.