There is a certain serenity after a winter storm falls in the suburbs, the white snow covering the lawn, cars and roads while kids giggle as they sled down neighborhood hills. The NYC equivalent 24 hours after a snowstorm are piles of grey mush piled everywhere with lakes of nasty melted slush covering every inch of the street. Garbage bags are piled high and even the rats don't come out to play. I've never claim to have a theory of what they should o but leaving the entire thing unattended certainly is not the answer. Can't wait to be back tomorrow
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