The biggest snowstorm that I recall was in December of 1974. I was 24, and living in Ann Arbor. Some 20 inches fell December 1 and 2. Just like any other 24 year old, I was determined that no weather event would put a crimp in my plans. I still remember that drive on I-94 towards home that took 7 hours instead of an hour. Once I got home, I stayed put for a week. The 16 inches we have on the ground now is not nearly so daunting, nor am I so foolish. Nature is nothing to fool with. That said, I appreciate how unusual and beautiful this snowfall is.