The snow arrived in Chicago about the time the forecasters said it would--flakes started tumbling past the bright yellow lights on the el platform as I waited for the Brown Line train to arrive.
However, though it snowed vigorously through much of the evening--somewhere between two to four inches, depending on where you were standing--it was over well before midnight, and the predicted howling winds have yet to make their presence known.
Instead of waking up to a winter apocalypse, our fair city woke up to...Tuesday.
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