Prompted by the looming east coast blizzard and my recollections of the Chicago Blizzard of '67, I spent some time this afternoon cruising online through photos of the storm. Just looking and reading and following up on odd threads and thoughts.
It was semester break and I was going to visit friends from college who lived on South Ashland Avenue at the time. Some had already arrived on the Illinois Central train, but the guys in the band were driving up from Champaign-Urbana with all their gear for a planned gig at McCormick Place. Their car ended up being one of hundreds, maybe thousands, stranded on the Dan Ryan Expressway. They managed to walk to the house, but they had had to abandon the vehicle and all the equipment. Guitars, amps, drums, everything.
Four days later, they were finally able to get to the car and retrieve the instruments, though it was about a week before they got the car unburied. Amazingly, nothing was stolen, nothing was broken, everything was intact.
But that was 1967. Now, the Englewood neighborhood they walked through is the most crime-ridden in Chicago.