People always ask me, when they find out I’m from Arizona, if I mind the weather in Chicago. To which I respond that, a few years back, my hometown received more snow accumulation than Anchorage. This is what my sweet hometown looks like today:
Meanwhile, Chicago is a balmy 42 degrees. The word “Arizona” may conjure visions of palm trees dancing on the wind, but for anyone from up North, the palm trees are a lie.