New York City is in the process of getting over two feet of snow dumped on it: 18 incues in Central Park so far, and it is still snowing.

Luckily for everyone’s sanity, a good chunk of the city was off on holidary today, so the chaos level has been blissfully low. The airports are closed, major roads are semi-passable, and it seems like most of the city is out playing in the snow.

Of course, I stayed at Miranda’s place on 207th Street last night, so I got to play Adventure Boy trying to get back to my apartment and cats in Brooklyn. The A train was running more or less normally, but when I got to Jay Street for the transfer to the F, it turned out that — oops, the F train isn’t running in Brooklyn. Further announcements made it plain that basically nothing running on an elevated track was running with any frequency or at all. Having nothing better to do, I hopped an F train heading back into the city, got out at Broadway-Lafayette, wandered over to Dean & DeLuca for a mocha and a sandwich, and then took the W train back out to Brooklyn.

Of course, nothing is that simple, and after slogging the four blocks back to my place, I found to my great amusement that I had been snowed out of my apartment. There was at least four feet of snow piled up in my yard, blocking the gate from opening, and promising to dump an avalanche into my front door if I were foolish enough to try to claw my way through it. So I trudged up to 5th Avenue, where a very happy local hardware store owner had stacked every shovel and bag of salt in his store in the front, and was making a small mint. $40 later, my new shovel and my 25-pound bag of icemelt were on our way back, and I got to spend the next hour digging a path to my front door, to the amusement of many passers-by.

A few small observations:

  • In a major snowstorm, you can get 2-foot snowdrifts in the subway tunnels.

  • Blizzards apparently do not stop bicycle pizza delivery in this city. I hope these guys are getting tipped well.

  • New York livery drivers are not well-trained for this kind of weather. From Miranda’s window, we watched an enormous 1987 Lincoln Town Car attempt to make it up one of the hills into the park near her place. For the record, folks, you should not try that in an old rear-wheel-drive vehicle.

  • There’s no happier creature in this city in a blizzard than a hardware store owner with a full stock of shovels and salt that lives upstairs from his store. And he’ll happily tell you so.

  • Wheeeee!

I haven’t seen snow like this since I was living in Michigan. I hope it keeps coming.

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