I NEVER MIND A GOOD SNOW DAY. It’s a guilt-free chance to stay home and make soup, clean closets, go through old photos — all of which I did yesterday. But by Snow Day 2, I get antsy. Come on, Mayor Bloomberg!! Would you believe that the streets of my Brooklyn neighborhood, Prospect Heights, are still not plowed two days after the storm?
Even the mighty Flatbush Avenue, above, was unplowed yesterday afternoon, when I ventured around the unshoveled corner for juice and magazines.
Mounds of snow have such a pretty way of emphasizing the graceful lines and details of brownstone architecture. That’s my block, below.
On Park Slope’s Sixth Avenue, below, as on most of the area’s streets, it was like the 19th century, but without the horses.
Now this fellow had the right idea…
casaCARA 
Just went out and there are plenty of streets not plowed in my hood, which isn’t that far from the mayor’s NYC home. What is this? Washington, D.C.?
First, the excuse was they were waiting for the snow to stop. Then Bloomberg blamed people for trying to drive on unplowed streets and getting stuck, thus “impeding progress.” Is he now hoping that warming temperatures will simply MELT the snow away?
Cara, it’s so funny you should say that because I also thought he was waiting for the snow to melt thus potentially saving the city a lot of money, especially since he kept mentioning in his press conferences that the temperature is going up.