Scott Adams’ reason for coming to California is remarkably similar to my own.

It was the worst snow storm in New York for about a million years. It took me about an hour to walk the half mile to work on Wall Street. The only other people I saw on the way were wearing skiis. Georgina did not leave the flat for two weeks.

“Where can we go that’s warm?”

we wondered. We set a deadline right there and then. By the end of August we would be living in California.

And here we are.

AND I have the same fear of Chicago as Scott.