...I neglected to mention the Chicago blizzard of January 1967

First, this blizzard, and then the tornado. Nineteen sixty-seven was the year that my parents finally threw in the towel and decided to move to sunny southern California. I remember waking up and finding that we were sealed up in our house...both the front and back doors were blocked by nearly two feet of snow. Dad had to jump out a second floor bedroom window, make his way out to the garage, and dig the door out enough by hand to get to the snow shovel. He dug out the sidewalks and driveway. To this day, I don't frigging know why. The streets were not plowed for several days, so he couldn't drive to work anyhow. When the snowplow finally cleared our street, it piled up a mountain of snow and slush (which froze over) at the end of our driveway...further burying a car that Dad hadn't even seen which had been abandoned in the street right in front of our driveway!