Once upon a time, one Thursday during the first week of March 1999, when I was in my second year of the Masters program at RIT and dinosaurs roamed the Earth, it snowed 2"/hour for 12 hours in Rochester. With wind and cold. It was one of those rare situations, where the snowfall did not raise the temperature. So, they couldn't clear the highways - everything was re-freezing as soon as it melted. The highways were closed. Those of us who worked away from home had to find other ways to get home. There were horror stories about active coffee drinkers and smokers getting stuck in their cars for hours without coffee and cigarettes. Snowmobilers had a field day - they rode all over the area and rescued people from their cars. Friday after that Thursday was a beautiful clear sunny day, and people started to slowly digging things out. And then, on Saturday it happened AGAIN. Those who didn't finish clearing the snow from Thursday were punished by 6' tall snow drifts. It was insane.