I lived in Chicago during the winter of 78/79 when then-Mayor Bilandic only plowed the streets of friendly wards. It was a bloody mess. For a couple days I couldn’t get out of my apartment building because of the drifts.

Made the decision to finally listen to my Grandma and move to Los Angeles. First day I was here, Grandma had me go pick tangerines off of her tree for breakfast. In January, 70 degrees outside…Never regretted moving…