How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Chicago Winter

I’ve now had the same conversation with two different people in the course of a week — the same conversation that I seem to have once every couple of months — the “Chicago winter isn’t going to kill you” conversation with someone who has just moved here from warmer climes. So, let’s start by getting that out of the way: The Chicago winter isn’t going to kill you. I grew up in New Orleans, so I’m used to spending my summers wading through molten tin and having the air conditioner running on Christmas Day (which, by the way, was great when you got a new bike or Big Wheel for Christmas). I grew up having to mow the lawn nine months out of the year, with the grass growing so fast that you had to cut it every five days in the summer. In 100 degree weather with close to 100% humidity no less. <a href="https://therealfitz.medium.com/how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-love-the-chicago-winter-9d65ceaa2794">Learn More</a>