It last snowed in The Big Apple in 2011 on October 29th when a freak Nor’easter shattered October snow records dumping close to three inches of snow in Central Park. I have resided in New York for almost 30 years and have never once experienced snow in October. I was a bit miffed at the timing of that autumn snowfall because my old snow boots had sprung leaks from the previous hard winter. Loathing boots that produce wet socks, I ordered replacement snow boots from the Lands’ End Ugly Style Great Price Collection on October 21st.
I figured that was easily a month before I could possibly need them. My new boots had shipped October 24th but I did not receive them until two days after that storm on October 31st. Happy Halloween to me.
Fast forward to the present when I can finally wear my new Ugly Style Great Price Collection snow boots. I break them in when I drop a lit match on my kitchen floor and I stomp it out with my left boot. The match is swallowed whole into the deep grooves of the boot. Fearing that very soon my left foot will ignite, I risk an expensive neck injury and contort myself Cirque du Soleil-style to examine the boot’s grooves for signs of flame, or at least signs of the expired match. There’s no sign of fire or any match detritus whatsoever. I think:
Me: Well, that’s odd.
Apparently my new Ugly Style Great Price Collection snow boots have some appetite, or else my foot could spontaneously burst fully into flames and then cough up the remains of that missing match. I’ll keep you posted.
Since there’s nothing unusual about snow in January in New York City I venture outdoors to check out the action in Riverside Park.
I imagine that kids that had been aching for an opportunity to go sledding down the park’s hills all winter are now in their bliss, but I notice this sign.
Upper West Side kids and their parents are clearly undaunted.
As I trek through my neighborhood I see more familiar sights of the season.