A proper Sazerac (which goes really well with peel & eat shrimp and lobster bisque.)

The other day I was reading the home-town rag as is par on a daily check of emails. As it is exactly 30 years later with similar weather in the Chicago area now, there was a page devoted to readers' remembrances of the blizzard of 1979. I was there. That's why I am no longer. As soon as I was finished reading the memories, I told David the one that immediately came to mind. I had a 1969 VW Bug. The heater didn't work except in the summer and then it wouldn't shut off. The wind chill that winter got down to about 50 below or more. There was a constant layer of ice, an inch thick - on the INSIDE of the VW windshield. My passenger, Lisa or Debbie would continually hack away, with an ice scraper, a hole no bigger than a snowball so I could see out. I got stuck in more than a handful of snow drifts and waited many times in a thin down vest to be pushed out.
The good news was that if your beer was warm, you'd just put them in a pile of snow and come back for them five minutes later. And last weekend I just leased my fifth VW. This one has heated seats. And there's a thing called defrost.