Daily Archives: March 14, 2017


Robin: You want to do this?

Jeff: Sure!

So we went up on Monday in a FLYNYON helicopter for a 30-minute flight over the New York City harbor, rivers, East River, Midtown and Downtown, and Central Park.

With the doors open.  And legs dangling.

Never in my wildest dreams…..

NYC 2017

NYC 2017.
The Nor’easter That Wasn’t a Blizzard.

Mother Nature is entirely and utterly unpredictable.

New York City was bullseye for a mid-March Nor’easter, when a weather system from the south, and a cold snap from the west, both hit a cold Northeast.

The dire warnings last night were of 11-18 inches of snow, but possibly less, in which case sleet turning to rain.  New Yorkers flocked to the stores.  Ben Stroman posted about the line wrapping around the block to get into one particular Trader Joe’s, as people stocked for the storm.  A television interview last evening: “I have cat food and a bottle of Bailey’s.  What else do I need?  The cat will be happy, and I’ll not even notice the snow.”

So this morning we rose to 3-4 inches of snow, which at sunrise was turning to sleet.  School groups (I ran into Ellen Isom from Saint Louis, here with her day-job school group) were changing plans, finding indoor things to do rather than the Statue of Liberty and Central Park and the like.

Above-ground subway lines are suspended.  Many businesses are closed. The Met museum won’t open today.

But by Wednesday, all will be well.

The Webster University Conservatory of Theatre Arts showcase goes on as planned tonight at New World Stages, with public performance at 7.30 p.m., followed by an alumni reception.

And me?  Breakfast of pancakes and sausage.  Then a trip up the A-train to 72nd Street, and thence over to The Lake at Central Park to shoot photos of the Bow Bridge.  And treacherous roads and sidewalks and subway stairs in particular.

I’m safely back at the hotel, in my pajamas, and enjoying a quiet room whilst my traveling companion is still in Central Park shooting photos.

It’s 11 a.m. on a snow day in New York City.

8th Avenue, looking south, 7.45 a.m.
8th Avenue, looking north, 7.45 a.m.
View from hotel room, 8.30 a.m.
44th Street, looking east, 7.45 a.m.
8th Avenue, looking south, 7.45 a.m.

And from Central Park, the Bow Bridge in the sleet and snow:

The photo is unfiltered.  It’s just a gray day in New York City.