If it make you feel any better, our area in Quebec averages approximately 12 feet of snow a year. And it is very wet snow due to the St Laurence.

Good luck.

If you have a fireplace you can sit close, but take care not to get Berned.

I'd make some hot cocoa, roll up in a blanket, listen to music, and either knit or read, purring cat snuggled up close. It's great watching it pile up when you don't have to go out in it.

The headsets were essential. I couldn't hear calls from work when I had them on.

definitely wants to avoid the fate of Mayor Lindsey.

Part of the difference is that the forecasting is better now. But I was in Boston for the 1969 storm -- my not-yet-husband was in Brooklyn -- and though it did make a mess, it wasn't anything like the storms we've had year after year since 2003.

and my street was closed for about a week.

Here, have some instant nostalgia:

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/queens/40-years-snow-caught-queens-lindsay-surprise-article-1.391087

The forecast was for flurries.

Just one day later, as New Yorkers dug out from 20 inches of snow, the reality set in: dozens killed, the borough of Queens crippled, the mayor buried beneath a blizzard of insults.

Forty years ago this week, New York City was pounded by the storm that nobody expected: 15 inches in Central Park and 5 more at Kennedy Airport, one of the worst on record.

Television meteorologists predicted only a chance of snow before the flakes began falling Feb. 9, 1969.

Instead, a ferocious storm blew in. Schools closed for three days, mail service disappeared and Queens was cut off from the other boroughs.

Before we had a generator we put meat in under the snow. Problem was it snowed in top and didn't find it till spring.

streets were clear. ?

Completely unfair.

I just didn't see them do it and that nice clean pavement keeps getting covered up.

I just saw one jerk dig out his car in such a way that there's now a big pile of snow in the middle of street and no one will be able to get past it till the plows come around again. He drove exactly one block and got stuck.

That's a Benjamin Franklin sentiment, I believe.



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