It’s been a year and a few days since Seth and I left the concrete jungle of New York City and became ruralpolitans in the mountains of upstate New York. In that time we have seen a lot of strange and mysterious things, such as competent AND friendly retail workers, a mailman who knows our name, low definition (LD) television, and flying turkeys.
Perhaps the biggest shocker has been the weather. In New York City you might go an entire season without any real snow-fall. If there is a storm that leads to an inch or more of accumulation the whole city goes into a tizzy and everyone from financiers to pastry chefs pull on their gloves and join in the world’s rowdiest snow-ball fight.
Travel just a couple of hours north and everything changes. Snow is something you deal with every day like herpes or children. Up here its odd not to have a few inches of snow on the ground and everything looks like its covered in marshmallows. So while my dear friends down-state or the citidiots as we like to call them, put on their big city suits and hop in their fancy livery cabs, I’ll be here in the mountains. Bundled up and doing something strapping.
PS. The picture is the view from my living room, taken this morning.
