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Wednesday morning, February 2, 2011, around the corner from where I live.

It's not very Italy-like around here with all the snow, unless you're talking about the Valle d'Aosta or perhaps the Alto Adige (but we don't have any mountains around here, except for the ones the snowplows have made at every corner). I had hoped we'd sneak past winter this year without a big snowstorm, but old man winter packed a wallop last week. Not sure of the totals, but I bet it was at least 18 inches. 

Chicagoans are old hands at dealing with snow and we've got the equipment for it, but the storm still caused a lot of chaos, especially on Lake Shore Drive, where some drivers were stuck for several hours and even all night when the snow started piling up around them. Firefighters finally had to rescue them and the cars were stuck there for at least a day or so while the cleanup went on. But really, any Chicagoan worth his or her rock salt knows to avoid LSD in rainstorms, much less a major, major blizzard that was forecast for days ahead of time.

The cleanup continues, as does an old Chicago tradition of saving the parking space you shoveled out while freeing your car with patio furniture, milk crates, or maybe some faux-architectural garden decor.

Bet the ancient Greeks never imagined their architecture would inspire so many creative applications.

I opted not to "dibs," as the practice is known, because I think it's tacky. A lot of people are doing it, but fortunately I haven't had much trouble finding an open space in the neighborhood when I get home.