NYC is girding its loins for a blizzard! All the media agree: we are going to be hit with a massive winter storm some time early Tuesday morning. It’s a little after midnight on Tuesday as I write and the streets are still. All day snow plows have scraped the streets. The snow started coming down in the early afternoon but mostly as fits and less as starts. It is under control out there. We are battened down, waiting.
The MTA has put out a severe service advisory.
New York City Transit
The MTA is committed to the safety of its customers and its employees, and due to the forecast, will be suspending service on all bus, commuter rail and subway service at 11:00 p.m. this evening. All nine MTA Bridge & Tunnel facilities will also close to non-emergency vehicular traffic at that time. If you don’t have to travel between now and later this evening, we urge you to stay home….
Prior to full service suspension, express service on several NYC Transit subway lines will be curtailed to allow subway trains to be stored underground in anticipation of the storm. Bus service will gradually be curtailed. Railroad cars will also be moved to locations to protect them from the storm….
Before suspending all subway service, NYC Transit will store trains underground on express tracks to protect the fleet from the elements and ensure that trains are ready for the next rush period. As trains are stored underground, only local service will be available and all overnight construction work is canceled.
Wow! This is an admission that we are whipped, that we are brought to our knees in the face of the storm. I like the image of all the train cars being pushed inside the tunnels, deep in the bedrock of the city. The trains are sleeping inside tonight. They are being tucked in by kindly old Aunt Juno.
All traffic has been banned from city streets after 11pm. Emergency crews only. Schools are cancelled. Who will be able to report to work tomorrow morning, IF there is work tomorrow morning? I am waiting to hear the jangle of the plows on the streets again as they shave the asphalt. They screech and moan, banshees of the canyons.
I am humbled. A city of 8.5 million trapped, immobilized. Where else but here?
This is a life challenge of a different sort than I usually write about. It’s a good things I have stores of toilet paper and eggs. We’re in for a bit of a comeuppance.