Midwestern winters are legen...wait for it...dary. On Christmas Eve, fellow transplants and I regaled unknowing New Yorkers with tales of school closings due to snow and wind chill. That's right. It didn't even need to be snowing; sometimes we didn't have to go to school because it was just too cold to go outside. When we could venture out of the house, we began the wonderful adventure of road navigation.
I never had a nice car. I never had a garage (as an adult). I would have to wake up 15 minutes early to allow time for vehicular snow and ice removal, occasionally setlling for a small oval of viewing space. I would cross my fingers that the car would start. Once (and if) it did, I hated driving in the snow. I have horrible memories of "white-out;" unable to see anything but a blanket of white, but driving nonetheless, praying I was still on the road and pointed straight. I remember driving through Iowa on my way back to college in December and ending up in a ditch. I have horrible flashbacks of the night I tried to drive from Minneapolis to Lanesboro in a snow storm and totaled my car by plowing head first into a semi truck at a slippery stoplight somewhere near Farmington. Basically, Midwestern winters are responsible for my "Grandma driving."
So, New York, you should be horribly insulted that today I am wistfully, fondly remembering my former location. I mean, sure, the winters here are milder; on average it's a nice 30-40 degrees Farenheit and everyone gets to wear their tacky fur coats and all go about pleasantly. But you know what, New York? At least the Midwest knows when to say enough is enough. When we know the roads are dangerous and the ground is covered with a foot of snow, we stay home. Or we have really sturdy cars. We're a hearty stock, but normally very sensible. We generally admit defeat in the face of Mother Nature and her little surprises. We call work and say, "I can't get to the office," and no one complains. Or better still, the office just closes! Nothing is THAT important.
But New York, you don't stop! You laugh in the face of Mother Nature, even though she has blanketed your city in enough snow to stop all of your taxi cabs, your buses, your subways, and your commuter trains. Go, go, go at the expense of your residents! Where do you think they learned it from, all these people in a constant hurry to be one place or another? They learned it from watching you. Keep the businesses running! Never stop! Get there as fast as you can! Then get angry when you can't! Yeah!
And do you know what else we do in the Midwest, New York? We take care of our streets and sidewalks! See, we have these handy little devices we call
snow plows. Say it with me.
Snow plows. Who do you think you are, Florida? No! You are located in the northeastern section of the United States. You should be prepared! If the snow is falling at a rapid rate due to
a predicted Noreaster, bust 'em out!
Get outside and shovel the sidewalks (Landlords, I'm talking to YOU!). Because that's it, isn't it? It's one of the few advantages to renting an apartment at an exhorbitant cost for years...and years; we don't have to maintain the building! Something's broken? Super, come fix it! Lawn needs to be mowed (if you're lucky enough to have one)? Someone else gets it done! So, Landlords, get off the couch and work off those Christmas cookies! While walking through 3 foot snow drifts is excellent work for the abs and thighs, it is horribly time consuming and becomes tedious (and wet) very quickly.
And please, while we're on the subject, shovel the WHOLE SIDEWALK, not just a little landing strip. Again, who do you think you are--Brazil? When you choose a minimalist method, New York, there is only room for one person to walk at a time without plunging into the side drifts. We are then relegated to walking at the pace of the person in front of us. This can get creepy (and annoying) quickly if one's pace is more rapid than that of one's predecessor. This situation escalates when the person in front remains oblivious to the winter stalker behind. No wonder crime rates are so high! I'm walking close enough to smell your shampoo, yet you don't seem to care. It is the pedestrian equivialent to getting stuck behind a slow moving vehicle (you know the kind I'm talking about...with the triangle....and usually carrying foul-smelling substances) on Route 6, and it is not the way I would prefer to begin my day!
By not shoveling the entire walk, you also require that we pause to let pedestrians traveling in the opposite direction pass before we continue. Or they pause for us. But let's be honest, it's usually "us," because as Midwesterners, we were raised with manners. Or at least raised to pretend we have some. Still, it's horribly vexing and awkward. Should you go? Me? Who? Do we need to employ 4-way stop rules here? New York, you have enough difficulties with pedestrian traffic as it is; no need to go adding more complications! It's like one giant game of winter chicken, and I never liked that scene in
Footloose to begin with. Or was it
Back to the Future?Also, New York, I find it highly amusing that those of you who are intelligent enough to dress for the weather still refuse to reap the benefits of your protective clothing. Are you wearing snow boots? Rain boots? Protective footwear of some kind? Okay then! You can easily tread through that inch-deep puddle of melted snow! No need to go lingering about, calculating how you'll jump over it or waiting for Prince Charming to come lay down his cape. Wearing my trusty snow boots, I will plow past you through that puddle, and probably purposfully splash you to prove my point.
And now I turn to you, Bloomberg (or whoever is in charge of city streets). Manhattan's streets look grand this morning (aside from mountains of snow drifts on the corners), while the streets of Astoria are atrocious. Your PlowPeople are doing a half-assed job, or not doing their job at all. When I walk down the sidewalk, I can focus on nothing but maintaining my upright position (I guess this low center of gravity comes in handy after all!). You know, New York, I loved playing "King of the Mountain" as a kid. So many happy recesses were spent on the Southwest Elementary School playground, just this side of "No Man's Land," hiking up drifts and trying not to step on the landmines of air pockets. I am sorry to remind you (and myself) that I am no longer ten years old. I have places to be (see above re: never stop)! This is a pedestrian city--take care of your pedestrians!
In short, New York, shape up, or this lady is shipping back to the heartland. If you are truly the city where anything is possible, show me. Show me you can handle winter.
Your faithful resident,
Katie