Welp, winter finally arrived. Fashionably late and now the party can start. As in, shovel, salt and repeat. The first day of the storm was absolutely nuts. I underestimated the power of it early Saturday morning. The winds were blowing and snow twirled sideways. It was tough seeing much of anything. It was hard walking, but I saw quite a few cars attempting to navigate their way through the whiteness. I hit the streets to talk to Chris Scott from Brooklyn Commune. We had such a great talk the last time I was there, I knew we had to get it recorded for the new Brookladelphian Podcast ( more on that later). Chris made it worth the trek. I sampled his avocado toast and smoked salmon. If there's toast that's life changing, this is it.
After my conversation with Chris and his heavenly toast, I headed home. Just in time because the city began shutting down roads and mass transit. But before I called it a night, I just had to take a lap around the neighborhood to see the first snow of the season.
Sunday was a beautiful day. Bright sun, clear skies and winter temperatures made for a picture perfect day to head out to Brooklyn Bridge Park, play in the snow and show off some Brookladelphia Pride.