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Hi, I'm Dave Thurlow from the Mount Washington Observatory and this is The Weather Notebook. Today author and storyteller Lorraine Johnson Coleman tells us about New York City winters.
Snow in New York City has its own personality and that personality changed many times in its short lifetime. The first day, the snow sparkles with purity as it proudly covers the dirt and grime that lay there just a day before. Later you can gaze out at the carefully shoveled paths wrapping themselves around the city like a whimsical maze you could lose yourself in. The second day, the snow was grimier and a lot worse for wear as mud entered the mix and by the third day all that remained was the god-awful slush that seemed to turn the city into one big sloppy mess. Folks like my sister would curse the wet stuff, but not me; I celebrated New York City snow and it's many faces. Let Loretta have her far away winter wonderlands. As far as I was concerned, there was just no place like home." Lorraine Johnson Coleman now calls Savannah, GA home, where she is an author and storyteller and where she only rarely sees snow. Our show is underwritten by Subaru, with major support provided by the National Science Foundation. |