To send you off to a weekend of love. Or at least to a long weekend free of work and full of the Olympics, here are a few more photos from Blizzard 2010 (imagine a dramatic male voice over right there). To sum up the storm, I will paraphrase a conversation I had with my sister that evening:
Her: Be honest, if that storm was in Salt Lake would anyone get out of work early?
Her: Would the airport have closed?
Me: Of course not. Although flights may have been a little delayed. The thing is, the infrastructure of this city is barely hanging in there on a good day, so the smallest thing can knock everything off course. There are just too many people to move around.
Her: So, a butterfly flaps its wings in Japan . . .
Not that this storm was the smallest thing. It was definitely an event. But the City whisked the snow away almost as quickly as it landed (in Manhattan at least) so unless you went to Central Park, it was impossible to tell how much snow had actually fallen. I never heard a total but I think it was far less than the 12-18 inches that was predicted. And by mid-day yesterday, the bulk of the sidewalks were completely dry.