Biggie Squalls, aka Snowtorious B.I.G.
Oh, how I wish I could say that I coined that one! But no, it was WNYC. They’ve been talking snow for almost two days straight now.
Fifteen to thirty inches fell on boxing day, depending on your borough. The wind was 50 miles an hour, wet, and blinding. The wind pushed snow into every nook and cranny and into large squalls. At about midnight, I took a walk around the neighborhood. Trucks and cars were stuck and abandoned on almost every street. A taxi blocked one end of my street, and a rental van blocked the other. Four police cars were stuck by the station, and down at Hook and Ladder 115 one of the pumper trucks was being dragged out of a snow bank by a ladder truck.
I’m really glad that winter has finally arrived.