The snow started to fall as we taxied out to take off from O'Hare in November 1966, 4 hours later we landed at LAX and it was 100 degrees. My mom called back to Lombard and the snow was halfway up to the eves, we were eating tacos on the porch. next day the snow was up to the eves, Uncle Bill arrived in mom's MGB and we ate more tacos. Thanks mom and dad.
Today I was in the back yard in the Palisades, 74 degrees, sunny. Tomorrow we'll go to Whittier for some flights, lunch sounds ike tacos...
Chris...