Above, the snow that followed in the possible vampire bats/hail.
Summary: Just-invented spiked hot-chocolate brunching with crab plus eggs florentine/french toast at Ragtime, Out of Sight, the meatball subs and tortellini at Ledo’s Pizza, 40-Year-Old Virgin, Brooklyn Bagel Bakery, Invictus, accidentally wandering into customer appreciation day at Four Courts, TiVo’d TV, writing-reading time, and now time to go to work.
In my Virginia neighborhood, which had no snowball vs. gun fight.
A U-Haul is stuck in the intersection. But the truck itself isn’t stuck. Two feet of blizzard coming down, and you are a man on a truck bumper.
The back door has opened and stuck open, somehow.
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The beginning of the storm late Friday, after a day of prep and waiting. Walked to the Metro to meet a visiting Lindsay, in town just in time.
Where’d the city go?
Venturing out Saturday morning.
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