I said a boom-chicka boom. I said a boom-chicka boom…Does anyone else remember that cheer growing up? Well, that was in my head as I scuffled about excitedly, camera in hand, tongue in the air. I may have caught a few flakes Tuesday morning, but it was nothing compared to the 9+ inches that delicately dusted the surrounding streets.
“Ew…This is gross,” a true New Yorker briefly stated, while shoveling snow off the sidewalk. He laughed as it didn’t damper my excitement. I’ll always be a giddy Texan when it comes to snow…
I walked along Lenox Ave greeting everyone with a smile…even the crying kid who was sad the stroller wouldn’t work in the snow, while his siblings sledded down the brownstone steps, unbothered by their brother’s fit below.
“Have a great SNOWY day,” his brother called out. Same to you, clever, cute kid.
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