January 13-14 1979. The Blizzard of 79 in Chicagoland. I was only 10, so memories are a bit fuzzy, but a few details are unforgettable. The hardships the storm created. We didn't have school for several days. Shoveling mountains of snow. We had to shovel the alley from the garage to the street. 175 linear feet. In many spots the drifts we're taller than me. The city cleared large areas of the park and massive dump trucks created a moonscape of towering snow hills. In the valleys created you had no horizon.
In contrast, the 1999 snowstorm was a breeze. One of my brothers and I shoveled the alley in a few hours. I did it myself after the groundhog day storm. No machines, just a me and a shovel.