Well, I remember the Great storm of 1967 in Chicago....and this wasn't as bad.
But it had its moments.
1967 was 27 inches. I made it to school, one of a few hundred students in a High School that had close to 4000.
My bus driver(I lived more than 3 miles away) was a crazy Italian guy who managed to plow that bus through the snow drifts at 7 am and still get me to school ON TIME! For That - I thank him.
Of course, hardly anyone was there so I attended Physics(Mr. Rush lived across the street from the school and he was never absent!) and P.E. My other teachers wisely stayed home. Physical Ed was memorable because I finally had an opportunity to play volleyball with people who meant it. Boys! Spiking and slamming, it was so exciting. Girls' Volleyball was all wimpy, screaming, dropping the ball, avoiding the ball or hitting it with a fist so that it flew high into the rafters.