Not much here, school closed for a couple days.
I moved from WV to Columbus Ohio in 1991, sometime that winter (1991-1992) we got hit with a big snow storm. I worked part time in the evenings/night at a grocery store and could see the snow starting to come down. It was heavy enough you couldn't see the first row of cars in the parking lot, visibility was pretty poor. Finally got off my shift around midnight and left for my apartment. Main road went up over the highway then down the other side and then there was an intersection with off and on ramps. When I topped the hill I was the light was blinking red and there was a police officer directing traffic. There were a couple cars ahead of me and I saw him stop all other traffic and motion them to go so they could slide through the intersection as safely as possible.
I pulled my 4x4 lever, got in the left turn lane and downshifted gently through the gears and came to a stop. I saw him let out a little laugh and signal me to make the turn and continue. I guess he assumed I'd slide straight through like all the city folk, he didn't expect me to be able actually stop.
The drive the rest of the way was pretty uneventful, the 270 outerbelt was still 55mph and had few lights and little traffic. The snow was deep enough you couldn't tell where the road ended and grass started. Would just go slow and if the right side sunk I knew I had wend off the road so I would just steer left. Probably took twice as long as usual.