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It was the merest dusting of snow and it happened after 11p - at which time I was snuggled warm & toasty between flannel sheets. Although, it was sorta cool (heh) to see snow falling on Upper Market and Twin Peaks (watched it on the news). And it didn't last long at all.

Today, the sun is out and it's nice if you're in the sun. In the shade it's very chilly.

Much more snow fell on the Bay Area hills than fell here in SF.

To my knowledge, there's never been deep snow here in SF. Apparently, that whole surrounded on three sides by water and other weather-related oddities conspire against us. I think the most that's ever fallen here is usually less than an inch - even on the higher hills (Mount Davidson is 900') within city limits. We do get ice from time to time, which is worse as you can't see it. Combine that with the grading on some hills and it gets ugly. That was the main concern with the expectation of snow - slippery hills with ridiculous grades.

In the mid 70s I was living down the peninsula - San Jose - and it snowed a couple of inches (I think that's the last time it snowed here in SF). That was pure madness as most Californians are stupid with regard to driving in the rain (What makes them think driving faster won't result in catastrophe?), let alone slushy, icy snow.

I moved out of the midwest in the fall of 1979. The winter of 78/79 in Northern Illinois Universiy, about 50 miles west of Chicago in a college town called DeKalb, we had 100 inches of snow. I parked my care at a laundrymat one January night and ended up not coming back until the next morning after a foot of snow had fallen. It was 17 below zero and it took me an hour to dig my car out. I swore right there I was moving to the west coast.

That spring when it thawed out was pretty amazing. All the debris that had been trapped under the snow slowly appeared in the streets and sidewalk and yards, flattened by the snow. I remember one night at a party we were jumping off a second story balcony into the deep snow below. Taking running starts from the living room, out the door and over the porch railing into the snow.

Now if I want to see snow I can drive up to Mount Hood east of Portland and look at it from the Timberline Lodge over a warm drink at the bar. That's as close as I ever want to get to that much snow ever again.

I did visit friends in St. Paul one winter. Unbelievable. I. Thought. I. Was. Going. To. Freeze. To. Death.  Minneapolis is one of the greastes cities in the US though…except for the winter dealie.