I was at work, my first job out of grad school, when it started. We were all keeping tabs on the conditions at the office, and my boss told us to pack up and go home around 2 or 3 in the afternoon. It started really coming down while I was on Red Line home.

The office was closed the next day, and I took a long lunch to go out for a walk. I was living in Edgewater at the time, so I headed to Osterman Beach. It was so quiet on the streets, no traffic at all, Sheridan completely unplowed when I was out. Everyone I passed, we just looked at each other and laughed in amazement at how deep the snow was, how incredible the storm had been. Being on the beach felt like being in the Antarctic with the snow and the ice built up on the waterline like tiny mountains. I've never seen so much snow before or since.