I blog to you from the East Village, where I am apartment-sitting for my boss while she and her husband are out of town. I wonder if her 18-year-old cat will ever truly appreciate the blizzard I faced tonight to come keep her company. I trudged through 4-6 inches of snow while dragging my small suitcase like a sled from West Harlem. I suppose "blizzard" is an exaggeration, but it was near blizzard conditions for someone who grew up on military bases in the South - including four years on a Naval Air Station in Bermuda.
Phone photo ops below. More from the East Village through Tuesday.