The East Coast was hammered by winter storms, and Philadelphia was subject to near-record snowfall. A blizzard starting late Friday night and continuing all day Saturday dumped a shade under 2' (the measurement was 23" and change) of snow on the city.
And I had a Holiday Party to attend.
It was only 8 blocks away, but cars were submerged in snowdrifts, and it was still snowing. So I dug out my snowshoes. Why not? I had 'em, they were here, I had to walk through deep drifts. So I strapped my boots in, and started trudging. Not many people were out on the streets, but the few who saw me just kind of stared. I felt good, giving them a memorable sight. Now those people can go home and tell people that there were people snowshoeing in the streets of Philadelphia.
