Yesterday when I went out for my run, the sidewalks were clear -- except in Irvington. Oh and except from Meadow Street to Broadway. And from the diner to the freeway, and.... But never mind. The sidewalks were clear enough for my purposes. Furthermore, the mail was delivered, current and delinquent newspapers appeared in the same baggie at our doorstep, the garbage was picked up, and the stores restocked.
What's 48 hours of mayhem when order can be restored so quickly? Yeah, right. Tell that to the 400 people who spent 7 hours on a stranded A train in Queens -- without power. No heat but lots of stinky fear-sweat (or annoyed-sweat).
One of the perks of living in an apartment is that the snow on your steps and out to the sidewalk is cleared for you. PDQ...before you fall or do something equally hilarious and suit-worthy. I certainly don't think Talleyrand Apartments Corp arranges for the shoveling of our steps out of the goodness of its heart. After all, if you happen to own a car that you park in front of your apartment, the fact that it is completely buried in snow and you cannot go to work does not seem to stir the compassion of the men with the shovels. (It did stir the entrepreneurial spirit of the high school kid who was knocking on doors with a shovel in hand.)
Most important in all of this, Metro North trains are running again, which means we can go to NYC tomorrow!
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