Native New Yorkers are actually apologizing to me about all the snow this year, saying things like "we normally don't have this much snow."
Officially we had 19 inches at our place last night, just shy of th 21-inch drubbing we got Dec. 26th. This is now the snowiest January in the city's history. And unlike most of the naives -- we're having a ball!
If you need to know how our three beagles -- Magnolia, Marshall and Maisy are coping with all this -- they're having a ball, too!
Average snowfall for New York is 21 inches, we've had 36 so far, and it's coming down again today. Plus there's another storm scheduled to arrive from down the coast tomorrow. Snowpocalypse? Snowmageddon? Amazingly, I've still got that "I'm a newbie and I don't hate the snow" mentality. Wonder how long it will last?
Visited several coffee houses this week around NYC.
Prettiest cup of joe had to go to Sweetleaf Coffee across the East River in the Long Island City section of Queens. Fairly large place, with a laptop room for those who like to camp out and work. My mocca came with a nice little leaf design in the foam. Pretty cool.
Nicest atmosphere? Had to be Mojo Coffee in the West Village. Tiny little place but a big heart, good coffee and exceptional music playlist. Sat in a window seat and looked out over the cold, windy New York streets the two Dylans -- Dylan Thomas and Bob Dylan -- had made their homes. I stumbled upon it after visiting McNulty's Coffee, a tea and bean place that had been recommended to me.
The inside of Mojo's.
My pillow-strewn window seat, where I spent a relaxing half-hour.
I feel I singlehandedly detroyed the Jets' chances of going to the Super Bowl.
Usually, every team I make an emotional connection with disappoints me. My Volunteers are not doing well in football or basketball. The Atlanta Thrashers make the playoffs evey five years, and then forget to show up.
So last night I went to Malachy's Irish Pub around the corner last week and joined the modestly-sized throng of Jet fans to watch the game. I had no jersey, but I was there cheering for them. This morning's New York Post headline takes up the story from there:
When's the best time to visit New York? Fall, for walks in Central Park? Spring when all the trees are in bloom? Christmas time? For me, I recommend touring the city now, right in the middle of exploding manhole season.
Another 4 inches of snow across the street in Central Park this morning. The beagles enjoyed romping in the powder. They're becoming snow snobs, preferring powdery snow to a more icy and sharp pelletized mix. New York City normally gets 20 inches of snow a year -- to date we've already enjoyed 32.
New York is always prettiest right after a snowfall. This one ended at dawn, which made things perfect. By this afternoon, it will no doubt be gray, slushy and ugly.
How do you make it from your apartment to office each day when you have to walk through mounds of slushy, dirty, mucky snow and slush?
For me, it's a simple matter of the shoe-switcheroo.
Lots of ladies in New York carry their office shoes in their purses, and wear sneakers (in the summer) and rainboots (in the winter) to and from work. For me, I wear boots to work and then keep my dress shoes in my desk. Easier for me as a guy, because black dress shoes pretty much go with anything. Good thing, since I don't want to carry a purse.
I haven't had a need to go in and buy any antimatter, but the Sidekick Placement Service always looks intriguing.
In fact, the storefront and the website are just promotional fronts for 826NYC, a worthwhile nonprofit organization that provides programs to encourage creative and expository writing among young children in New York.
That said, if you need to pick up some bulletproof tights or capes, this is the place for you. Just be aware: No X-Ray vision use inside, and they request you initiate your interdimentional travel outside the store.