As we dig out from THE GREAT SNOWPOCALYPSE OF 2009 here in the D.C. metro area, or what we New Englanders call “winter,” I have several thoughts:
1) Don’t bring a gun to a snowball fight. There’s a significant amount of outrage about this one. Warranted or not, I just think this situation is ridiculous. Daniel Schramm (the guy who was momentarily and incorrectly detained by the police in the video) makes an interesting point in his op-ed in the WaPo. It seems that this young, liberal-leaning, educated crowd may have targeted the Detective’s vehicle for being a huge, gas-guzzling abomination of modern automobiles. What they couldn’t have known was that the guy behind the wheel was an off-duty cop who was pissed off at the world and willing to flash his piece to show just how angry he was about someone hitting his car with a snowball.
2) The Federal Government was closed on Monday, a full 18 hours after the last flakes fell. Granted the Metro was crippled and roads weren’t fully cleared, but come on, folks.
3) Speaking of snow removal, how pitiful it is here. I didn’t see a plow once in our complex’s lots from about noon on Saturday until about 4 p.m. on Sunday. In this time about 10 inches of snow fell. My aisle in the lot was not plowed until Monday afternoon. Luckily I have an Audi wagon with ride-height adjustment and AWD, so this didn’t bother me much. But so many people without AWD/4WD in sedans were pretty much screwed. Essentially snowed in for 2 days unless they were able to dig themselves out – which was a hard task b/c all of the complex’s snow shovels went missing and there were none to be found in a 5-mile radius.
4) Those who did dig out on Sunday used all kinds of interesting tools – from dustpans and mop buckets, to frying pans and dutch ovens – and spent hours clearing the snow from their vehicles. This is where all semblance of human decency broke down: dig your car out for four hours and have the audacity to go somewhere (i.e. holiday shopping on that last weekend day before Christmas)? Don’t expect to get your spot back. Savages. At least in Boston and Chicago there are some unofficial guidelines for space retention.
5) Watching some of our Southern friends with looks of pure joy on their faces as the snow came down was fun. It was like looking at a kid on Christmas morning. Too much.
It’s now 4 full days after the storm, and folks are still trying to dig out. The noises floating up to our apartment throughout the day are the scrapes of snowplows, the diesel growl of backhoe engines, and the peals of laughter from the kids who have had school canceled for the week. Hey, at least it’s going to be a White Christmas.