I dug my car out from the parking lot of Channel 4 this morning after the snow had finally stopped. It took a half hour to finally free my Acura from two feet of snow. It was just proof that no matter what we have planned, mother nature runs this show.
As I left the station for home, I drove along the freshly plowed parkway. I gazed out the window to see the untouched snow cover the sides of trees, roadways, jersey barriers and various signs. The sun had just emerged and the combination of the bright sun on the white snow made for a perfect winter picture.
That’s the fun part of the blizzard. A storm so powerful that it knocks over trees and power lines and makes us prisoners in our own homes, also looks so beautiful the morning after before the plows, snow shovels and the pets have trudged through it.
Certainly, it wasn’t pretty the night of the storm. The snow came early and fast. It overwhelmed any previous predictions or forecasts … and, as Stephen Cropper told me, it was ever changing. The total snowfall kept rising by the hour and those who thought they time to spare found themselves getting stuck in snowdrifts.
The day after outside our studios in Wilkinsburg ( Courtesy Jill Perkins )
The storm turned all but those who had to work late Friday night into prisoners in their own homes. I had enough friends who said as soon as they shoveled, five more inches covered the ground. Of course, if you lived on any side street, you might still be trapped inside your home.
That being said, the storm also allowed us to experience something rare: time alone with the ones we love. When its just you and your significant other or you and the kids, you find things to do. As some of my friends told me, you have a chance to “bond”. Hopefully no one turned it into time where everyone scattered around the house for personal time with their favorite personal electronic device.
I’m sure years from now we’ll be talking about this storm … and we’ll be saying where we were when it happened. The amount of snow that we received will only grow with the tales that are told about what took place. No matter what, we can all talk about our shared experience with the “Storm of this Century” … so far.