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As I sit watching the mid winter sun shine through barred windows facing my beloved postage stamp yard, I wonder. The plants I brought in, late fall, are still bravely remaining green. The incongruity of the in pot orchid sitting next to the small, still blooming and perky white poinsettia, that refuses to believe that it’s time is over. Surrounded by dependent house cats, a legacy of my wife’s love I look longingly at the muted browns and concrete grey of the back. The sunlight growing stronger, I think of a line from a difficult read I have just finished: “There’s nothing left to surrender.” As always ......

I was in the 7th grade in Saint Ephrems . I lived on 75th just off 11th. School was open but my parents kept me home. Spent the entire day outside., wonderful memory. As always. ..

Sad but so true. I remember the sheep's head which the bay was named for and party boating for whiting and Ling during the cold season. My father used to pull up good sized porgies, flounder and blue claw crab off the narrows, shore road sea wall between the 4th and 14th avenues. Times long gone. No need for restrictions. Heaven help you if you get caught today with a short sized fluke, even though you can find even smaller specimens at the local markets after the trawlers drop their ill gotten loads. ( the trawlers, that I feel are responsible, still have no size restrictions.) As always .....

I not worried, S19. I have faith that you will be back by the next legitimate NYC frozen precipitation. threat. Then again, stay calm and get comfortable, it may be awhile. As always ....

Only when there is a crackling blaze on the hearth. As always ......

Soulmates and the best day/date for it. Now that’s heartwarming. As always.......

Ralph, as a defining descriptive moment to this cold season and it’s snow totals you might as well insert the word bare. As always ......

“Poking”? Wiz may have inadvertent omitted a critical letter from the word. As always ....

That surely would add a sense of drama to that contest in Coney Island on July 4th. As always .....

And what remains will be our eulogy. As always .....

Sadly, Don, the one lyric that could remain unchanged is “But you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction” As always ...

Providing we don’t run out of Preparation H. As always ....

With a nod to the West Side, A model like that will bring you sorrow, you’ll need another one tomorrow ...... as always .....

Almost 55 years ago PF Sloans “Eve Of Destruction” was recorded and released. Today, with an appropriate retooling of the lyrics, it could well serve as the background for the report Don kindly posted. As always .....

This cold season only (I hope) a revamped definition of the term Blizzard. A brief flurry with a stiff breeze, salt drifts optional. As always.....

If thing get really out of hand we can always see if WXWATCHER007, from the Mid Atlantic, will come north for a working vacation. As always ....

Well 007 you’ve finally done. I’m heading to church ( I hope it’s foundations are solid ) and lighting a candle with a brief prayer to Saint Dimitar. As always. ......

A fine person, NIBOR, posted in the NYC banter thread dated 01/27/2020 P, during an ongoing difficult period, the following: “ Maybe the real treasure of winter was the friends we made along the way” I find this sentiment applicable up and down the east coast, during this disappointing cold season. As always ....

Anthony you have just provided a weather models definition of Murphy’s Law. As always ......

Since the current cold season is so full of wintry weather excitement we could have a suggest a new name for Anthony exercise. I suggest ( with a nod to the bottom of Unc’s posts) ...... SWPRO...... As always .....

Sad year when even the whine is non-alcoholic. As always ......

I believe in positive energy. It resonates off the members of this extraordinary forum. All of that and more is with you . As always .....

An attitude that will lead to a long, happy and healthy life. As always ....

The four most frightening words out of the over four hundred you wrote were “nature is about balancing” . Billy S. Said it best “What Fools These Mortals Be” .... as we end up in a never ending midsummers nightmare. As always ....

When such an event is forecast for Bermuda it will be time for me to take that long walk on a very short pier. As always .....