A foot of snow doesn't sound all that bad...not after getting 3 feet in in Philly, Feb in 1996.
I'll NEVER forget that storm. I had just moved into this apartment the week before. That's something I wouldn't want to see again. The stupid plows put the snow piles on the corners where my son used to cross the street to go to school. He had to go INTO the street to see if cars were coming before he could cross.
I remember that! The Korean mom and pop store owners in our neighborhood slept in their store for days and were the only place open.
We had oil heat and were worried about running out of oil and not being able to get any delivered w/the streets being full of snow.
But my biggest fear was that my son wasn't going to be able to get back to college and he'd be w/me, eating me out of house and home. Fortunately the airport opened on the day he was scheduled to leave. : )