I laughed at the people in New York because they were buddled up with hats, scarves, gloves and North Face coats and it was still in the 40s. Even in the 30s, with the sun shining, it was still nice outside. The weather in November and December, in New York was nothing compared to the frigid weather that my family faced in Chicago.
Fast forward to Christmas weekend and a winter storm would fall upon the northeast, dropping plenty of the white stuff right over Brooklyn. The cancellation of hundreds of flight would let me know just how bad the snow had disabled the New York, New Jersey and Philadephia areas. Heading to the airport I was happy to know that American Airlines flight #1918 was scheduled to leave on time. Check-in and security were a breeze. In fact, I had just 1 hour before my flight was scheduled to board. Max was settled in his carrier and just as I settled in to drink my apple juice, it happened. One glance of the flight board and my flight was delayed for three hours, until 9:20pm.
Fast forward another nine hours and I pulled my suitcase through the snow. The snow that was piled so high that the cab driver couldn't drive down my street. Snow that was so high, I had to pick up Max because it was too much for him to walk through. Snow that covered the front porch of my building. Finally at 2:00am (12 hours after leaving for the airport in Chicago), tired, hungry, sleepy and with a major headache, I walked into my apartment, left my luggage by the door, got in my pajamas and went to bed (ok so I watched an episode of Cold Case first).
Here are pictures of what waited for me and Max, this mornng, as we went on our morning (well, afternoon ) walk. Hopefully, we won't be buried in Brooklyn for too long.
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| a neighbor trying to dig his car out of the snow |
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| looking for a place to do his business |
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| I guess the saying is true "rain, sleet or snow" you will get your mail |
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| my front porch |
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