Well, we're still alive. Despite the Blizzard of '05. As I sit at my computer and pen these words (pen?) I'm looking out at Underhill Avenue from my office window. It's quite beautiful now. The sun has started to make it's way through the departing clouds. The wind is snapping the flag in the playground across the street. And there's not a car in sight. People are making their way out and about - they're bundled up against the cold and wrapped in layers of clothing and scarves from head to toe.
I guess, from the looks of it, about a foot of snow fell here in Brooklyn. Not the 18 to 24 inches that the media relentlessly bombarded us with for most of yesterday and last night. Actually, we ventured out last night, right in the middle of the so-called blizzard and it was quite beautiful. We took a subway to Manhattan to partake in a rehearsal dinner for a wedding scheduled for later today. Stacey's brother, Peter and his beloved Lori - Lori prefers that term to "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" at their age - are to be married today and the wedding will be held at the Beekman Towers.
At Al's apartment - rehearsing for today's wedding.
Lizzy and Mike stroll down the "aisle."
Lori directs the rehearsal.
Lori, her daughter Chiara and Peter at the rehearsal dinner night.
For more photos from last night's party just click here
After the dinner we got on the subway once again and detrained at our home station of Seventh Avenue. The streets were empty of car traffic. It was quiet, white and peaceful and people made their way along the snow-covered streets. It was quite beautiful.
Through my windshield yesterday at 11 am in Park Slope - the snow is just beginning to fall as this biker makes his way up 5th Avenue.
Flatbush Avenue - the snow is falling hard and sticking. The Williamsburg Bank building is just a shadow in the storm.
The grocery stores were jammed with people stocking up before the storm hit.
Prospect Place - beautiful in the falling snow.
Heading into Manhattan last night - 7th Avenue subway station at Flatbush Avenue.
The spring fashions at Bloomindales didn't match the streets outside.
The scene outside our window last night after we returned home from Manhattan.
So came and went the horrible Blizzard of 2005. Much hyped (what's new?) by the media who just love to scare the bejesus out of people so that they'll tune in and watch the commercials that are interspersed with the dire projections of impending doom. For my part, it was quite a lovely snowstorm - a respite from the bizarre mild weather we've been having, a return to the usual winters that we used to have - a time of peace and quiet without the constant noise and fumes of auto traffic. That's all. No more, no less.
Our house, the day after the "great" blizzard of January 2005.
Mike on Underhill Avenue - the day after.
Looking up Underhill Avenue to the Central Library.
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