Here in upstate New York, things are not that much out of the ordinary. (I want to assure my readers that what you've been hearing about Boston is NOT happening here. Crossing fingers that it doesn't, either.)
People are going to war over parking spaces that took hours to clean out.
The mayor is asking people not to jump from their windows into snowbanks, saying "This isn't Loon Mountain". Swim suits seem to be a uniform for that activity.
Weathermen are starting to apologize every time they must forecast snow.
The elevated trains have shut down and commuters face up to four hours commutes.
On Saturday, thundersnow (yes, thunderstorm) was predicted by 1pm.
The resulting thundersnow video fascinated a baby who, apparently, hasn't learned to hate snow yet.
|Sign in Brooklyn after the Boston Marathon bombing - it's been a bad two years for them|
Boston is buried, and may not be found again until summer. In the meantime, Boston has asked points south to stop whining about shutting down during smaller snow totals.
|Sanibel Island March 2013|
No doubt about it. In the Northeastern United States, we are tired of winter and the polar vortex.
For the second day in a row, I beseech spring: please come back. Soon. Whatever we did wrong, we're sorry. We won't do it again, ever. We miss you.
Not that I'm whining, Boston.