We made it.  If you’re reading this, then you survived the 4th (or 3rd, or 5th, depending on how you measure and who you’re listening to) worst snowstorm in Chicago history.  (Or maybe you live somewhere it doesn’t snow – lucky you!)

Our worst storm hit in late January of 1967.  The Monkees’ “I’m A Believer” was topping the charts, Lyndon B. Johnson was president, and Chicago struggled to get out from under 23 inches of snow.  Well, maybe it wasn’t all struggle.  As one of the men Studs talks with says, snowstorms are good for giving “people a chance to stay downtown and get drunk.”

And as a quick update to our last post, Studs’ Working is competing against Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife this week in the Reader‘s Greatest Chicago Book Tournament.

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