The upside to driving 17 hours straight from Kentucky to New York City, the last 5 of those at about 10 miles an hour, directly through one of the worst blizzards on record, with almost no visibility (except for when the windshield wipers froze and there was zero visibility), past cars and trucks off the road left and right, in love with our saviors the snow plow trucks in New Jersey, lucking out and being in the lane that didn’t have a stuck bus in it at the end of the Lincoln Tunnel, slipping and sliding up Tenth ave busting through red lights, getting help out of a snowbank from a random stranger at 110th street (remind me why we stopped for gas a mile from home?), sliding on to our block and into a parking space after digging it out, (reminder: always pray to the parking gods) and generally making it home just by the skin of our teeth, is that your kids have all the next day to enjoy the mounds of snow and shut down street outside your home on 138th St! Here, the stoops become sledding trails, the neighborhood kids come out to play, and frolicking in the middle of the street is allowed:
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