The remains of the snow this weekend here in northern New Jersey were ugly. The work involved in making sure we can walk and drive around after the white stuff falls leaves the kind of sight found here in the parking lot of my local supermarket.
My only consolation is that it must have been worse in New York City. It evokes the following lyrics (with apologies to Herman’s Hermits):
“There’s a kind of slush
All over New York tonight
All over New York you can hear the sound of drivers in snowYou know what I mean…”