I can tell you, 4 am is way to early for a retired guy to get up in the morning and I suffered from a significant lack of sleep the whole flight down and the rest of the day.
I mean, it was still dark out. Seriously dark. And then there was all that piled-high snow from the Blizz. Mark came over in his truck and picked Frank and me up at Frank's house where I had spent the night for the early start. Then we went over to Al's apartment and that parking lot was just barely cleared out and we almost couldn't get through in Mark's really big truck.
We had decided to go on out to O'Hare Airport even though we weren't sure if any planes would be leaving because of yesterday's blizzard which had shut the whole place down. Spirit Airlines, which we were taking, still had the flight as leaving in the morning so we decided not to take a chance.
Believe me, the thought of sunshine and 70 degrees was a mighty powerful motivator. Especially after what we'd been through.
Listening to the radio on the way to the park and fly place, I heard that the Woodstock Willie Winter Prognostication in Woodstock, Illinois, had been called off because of the snow, but Punxsutawney Phil had seen his shadow meaning six more weeks of winter. Woodstock Willie definitely would NOT have seen his shadow at 7 am Feb, 2nd as the blizzard was still on.
Not at the Airport Yet. --RoadDog