Blizzard Blogging: The Swell Neighborhood Kids In Brooklyn

As the reluctant superintendent of my apartment building, a job that I generally despise, it is my responsibility to shovel the snow in front of the building.  At the height of the storm, I’d shoveled twice, hoping to eat away at the task little by little in order to avoid the inevitable heart attack that would come from shoveling 12+ inches of thick heavy snow all at once. 

Blizzard Blogging: The Aftermath

The Nor’easter that walloped New York City over the weekend was a record breaker, according to the official sources, but I suspect shenanigans in that declaration because it just doesn’t seem as bad as the blizzard of 2003.  What kind of chicanery?  I dunno.  It’s just that back when the 2003 blizzard hit I was living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and remember emerging from my building to waist deep piles of unshoveled snow on 80th Street.  I remember struggling through to Columbus Avenue and being rewarded with a shoveled pathway that ran beside snow piles that rose chest high.  Am I misremembering this, confusing my memories of New York 2003 with pictures of Japan from last month that I saw online, pictures like this:

That’s not the picture I was hoping to post by the way.  I spent an unseemly amount of time just now trying to find one I remembered of a lone man wandering in between two towering snowrises.  It was awesome and impressive and lonely in a solitary way that a gaggle of giggling Japanese schoolgirls will simply never be able to capture.