A foot of snow in the morning

My first winter in New York has been unseasonably warm and dissapointing for me with my dreams of Antarctic adventure. It's been chilled to the bone cold plenty of times, but hardly any snow. Unti today. Beautiful powdery drifts at least a foot tall, waves of snow cresting to peaks like sand dunes litter Park Slope. I got out and went for a walk, or a trudge. This is what winters should be like, for those who remain in the Northwest.

My street is a one way straight shot to the Hospital up at 7th Ave. A car was blocking the road and ambulances had to reverse back so I formed a neighborhood gang - including, no joke, two staff fighters training at the doors down martial arts academy - and helped this poor guy stuck in a crappy little barely turning over Nissan from 78 move his car out of the way. Except that somehow the group thought we could manage to execute a perfect parallel parking job. So I said "let's pick it up". And the native Brooklyners looked at me like I was deranged. But we tried, and attacked the car, and shoved it right out of the way. Ambulances can get through now.

We asked the guy what he was doing - delivering the NY Times. Talk about dedication. He's still sitting out in his car despite protestations from my and my downstairs neighbor.

Great morning. Only in New York can a 50 year old nurse with a dog in her bag, two Mexican guys, two staff fighters, a poet from upstate and her friends, and a few people tending to their own stoops band together to rescue a NY Times delivery guy.