Some Lemont storms arrive as ice instead of snow, a glaze that shows up overnight on the grades climbing out of the Des Plaines valley and turns every driveway into a small decision. Bromberek Snow & Ice reads those nights: where meltwater ran at four o'clock and where it stiffened by five, which north-facing slope will keep its slick past sunrise. Plow, then treat, then come back and look again, because a northern Illinois February rarely settles an argument in one visit. There is real satisfaction in a walk that crunches instead of slides, in a car that backs out without hesitating. The work runs through Lemont and the towns up and down the bluff.