Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Post No. 49 looks back on The Blizzard of 2015 That Wasn’t. It’s worth noting the blizzard delivered as advertised across the Northeast, just not in NYC.
The Blizzard of 2015 That Wasn’t came and went, it seemed, in a New York City minute. One day after professional weather guessers and election winners warned this could be The Big One snow, not SNOW!, sat meekly on curbs across the city. Just one day earlier Mayor Bill de Blasio cited meterologists in declaring this storm had the potential to rival, or even eclipse, the worst snowfalls in city history, with up to three feet of snow accumulating over two days. The blizzard delivered its predicted brunt instead to Long Island and areas of Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire – aka areas the NYC-based national media does not shit bricks over. In all, cities in six states recorded over a foot of snow, according to the National Weather Service. A blizzard everywhere but NYC, it turned out.
Remnants of The Blizzard of 2015 That Wasn’t are visible this afternoon up and down 31st Street in Astoria. Parked green cabs are cloaked in white. Clusters of snow stacked three or four feet high act as dividing walls between the cleared sidewalks and streets. The sun arrived hours ago. It is brick, as the locals say, which is to say bitter cold. The jarring roar of the yellow line trains passing outside my window once again supply my life’s soundtrack.
On Monday I anticipated eating mystery beef and chicken taquitos, making questionable fashion choices, and wiping out in the snow during the Blizzard of 2015. Bad food choices aside the Blizzard of 2015 That Wasn’t didn’t prove too painful. I spent about two minutes today disappointed at the lack of forecasted snow. Then I reminded myself, while staring at the window, that I don’t care much for snow, and true blizzard conditions equal more snow and violent winds, not to mention life grinding to a halt. Translation: Blizzards suck.
The Blizzard of 2015 That Wasn’t caused a lot of bluster – both in word and wind – in NYC. Thankfully, that’s all it produced.