The city's insane amount of snow is nearly all gone, now, thanks to the unseasonably, surely global-warmingly-induced warmth. Of course, this is the grossest time to be in the city, just because of all the detritus that's locked into those dirty snowbanks, the endless grunge in the melt-off. Blech. Fortunately, the city's streetsweepers are gradually getting on the case, but right now, it's very gross.
I said to B2, "We need a good storm to come in and wash the streets." and he said "I would rather have a BILLION fans blow it all away." That was cute, the enthusiasm with which he said that, evocative turns of his arms.
