I grew up in Chicago and went to college in Southwestern Michigan, so when I see snow falling, I don't even blink. When my family took a trip to Florida one winter, we stopped for gas somewhere in Tennessee, I think, and the station attendant said "Take off your coats! It's summer!" I moved to Buford last fall, and it did get chilly enough for me to wear a light jacket, and we even got some frozen pipes, but it was nothing compared to the snow and ice that blanketed Chicago. So I cope by putting on my Sox jacket, which is basically a lined windbreaker, and I'm good to go. If it gets really cold, I'll have to remember where I put my winter jacket.