yes friends it was a blizzard and the drifts were high especially in this one place and others like it where the wind

made a canyon in a lonely spot down by the river and kent street was a much lonelier place than it feels from the pictures with the wind shouting and the bridge off in the distance looking like a frozen tower, until I called Erik and Jason and we walked down to the waterfront, which was such an athletic endeavor in the deep deep snow that by the time we got to the lapping waves I was hot and wanted to jump in. Then our mission was to buy groceries for the house, so we went to greenpoint but on the way we went through a little door inside another door and into a magical building filled with rooms big enough to fit a Cambridge triple decker in and birch trees growing out of the dock and around the corner there is another building just like that one with snow up to our knees consistently and old hulks of things and then return to civilization at the supermarket where a feeling of cameraderie with our fellow man was happening and cell phone calls were made on dying phones and bekerovka was bought at a liquor store!