|My front steps, afternoon of March 2|
The fickle finger of weather was about to land on our area.
I need to explain here that Binghamton (where I work) is part of an annual contest called The Golden Snowball, which is a friendly competition between five New York cities for the most snow. We have to do something (besides swear at) with all that snow.
Here's a history of that competition.
Binghamton won last year, in part thanks to a March snowstorm that dumped over three feet (.9 m) of snow on our area. But did the Weather Channel come in to livecast our misery?
Not that I can remember.
No, instead they showed up yesterday, as we were being hit by the edge of what we call a nor'easter. Someone flagged me down at work and said "there's a Weather Channel guy out there!" Accompanied by a co worker, we ran outside.
Nada (he was there, but out of sight of where we could see, as it turns out).
Around 7:30 am, this is what our downtown looked like, towards the beginning of the snow.
And we are in next to last place in the Golden Snowball.
Not that I mind.