The Exploding Meteorologists have been at it again this past week, warning us of an epic snowstorm that would leave us shut in for most of the weekend. The Weather Channel even gave it a name, ‘Nemo.’ I don’t know whether they were referring to the captain of the Nautilus, or the fish in the Disney movie. Whatever.
Friday was a normal workday, other than that I got a late start and didn’t get into the office until 10:00 a.m. I was going to come home early, but then, as the afternoon went on, I started to get productive, and I didn’t want to interrupt that, so I ended up getting home a little late. The weather was starting to get unpleasant after dinner, with snow and wind, so it was good to be home.
The morning, I woke up to a cloudy sky: the snow had stopped. We got a little less than a foot. By noon, the sun was out and sky was a beautiful clear blue. The streets were plowed, the buses were running, everything was relentlessly normal. Shut in for the weekend, yeah, right.
I know that places further east, like Boston and Long Island, got whomped. But for New York City, weather like this used to be part of a normal winter. And when I lived in Pittsburgh, getting a foot of snow at a clip wasn’t even worthy of being called a ‘snowstorm.’ You shoveled it out and then enjoyed a mug of hot chocolate.