I was born and raised in Macon, GA, and never saw snow. There was the occasional frozen puddle and hail (which would cover the ground, but melt quickly).
Not many reasons for the Highway Dept. to spend much on snow removal equipment; after all, if any snow came, they had the motor graders that they used to fix up the back roads with!
I joined the Navy, went to boot camp in the summer at Great Lakes, Ill.; went home to Georgia on boot leave, and went back in December, after a short stint waiting for school in Charleston, SC.
What a surprise! I couldn't walk across what looked like a level field (not!), caught pneumonia from the steam heat, but survived.
Went from Ill. to Japan and the Far East, including 1-1/2 tours in Nam, and settled in Southern California for fifteen years. On a whim, and with encouragement from an employer, we moved to Pocatello, Idaho!
My wife's "car" was a 4X4 Blazer with Desert tires on it, and mine was a Chevvy van. What fun! We quickly learned about pie-cutter tires on the Blazer and lots of bags of salt in the back of the van!
BTW: the job included two snowmobiles, a Thiocol Sno-Cat, Snow Suits, boots, gloves, snowshoes, and 2500 radios, some on 11,000+ ft. peaks!
Give the guys down South a break! It was a 100-year storm, according to the pundits!
