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I did a quick check. The name is of Hebrew origin and means “God is my judge”. After looking at the radar representation of what was approaching Chicago, the name seems well placed. As always ...

Well, we have S19 to throw a reality damper on snow threats. Maybe he can morph into a warm season version H19 and do the same for tropical threats. Anthony will be there, for the joust, regardless of the season and our good Moderators can still keep the limit to five. (I know Irish, I need to get away from the postage stamp more often). As always ......

For the sometimes snowless five boroughs it’s the anticipation of the first event. It seems even a chance of snow flurries can be hyped to biblical proportions. Our city’s reaction is also an over or under proposition. At times the depth of the salt will surpass the depth of the event. Other times everyone is screaming for the spreader. What is Usually left, in our UHI paradise, is a slush shovel Festival before the inevitable overnight freeze. I enjoy hearing the squealing laughter of the young ones playing in whatever falls. If I’m fortunate and the frozen precipitation continues Into the daylight hours I wander into my postage stamp, standing alone and pondering all my loses. I look up to the shrouded grey sky and wait for a flake to touch my face and melt. When that happens everything, for me, becomes good again. As always ....

Thank you for the article and the “explore further” articles. The articles were written for understanding by the literate non technical/professional individual. I qualify beautifully. What troubles me is the word prediction. Will the literate individual take it literally? I guess it depends on who is selling vs track record. Will the prediction be direct or couched. I enjoy Dons sensitivity analysis. Would it take that form? Can the atmosphere really be simulated for prediction? Thank you again, BW, for the article and for having to read a seniors contrary questions. As always ....

I’ve had the Italian version. It was spread by treated grapes. As always.....

Very happy you were able to diagnose and repair. Be well. I look forward to reading you again. As always ....

The way NYC temperatures are trending, we’ll be lucky to see the Adirondack lows after Thanksgiving. As always .....

A day of reckoning eventually comes for all of us. As always .......

Thank you for the information on the butterfly. It was indeed beautiful. Honey was part of a feral liter, born in the postage stamp and ended up staying close to the building. She adopted me so now she has a safe inside haven. I get a good amount of exercise letting her in and out. She will lay, usually on my papers, next to me while I’m typing. Several weeks ago when I pet her she began to lick the back off my hand. I was told this is a high compliment from a feline. Well I don’t mind. I can type, one handed, lefty. As always .....

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I would enjoy seeing that again. The last time I saw a swarm of fireflies was in Dardanelles Arkansas over a half century ago. Seeing that Again was on my bucket list. It seems that kicking is likely to occur well before filling. The postage stamp is dark and silent again. The family of raccoons has been safely relocated and the bushy tailed tree rodents have filled the void. The entitled felines, mine and other are above it all. Butterfly’s are a rare sight. The other morning my adopted clipped ear feline Honey was in the postage stamp and started meowing. From what I understand a cat only meows to get a humans attention. I opened the back window and she comes jumping up with something dark on her face. I thought she was hurt. As she jumped into the kitchen something dropped to the floor. It was a large blue/ black butterfly with, I believe, color dots in its wings. I was horrified. I quickly picked it up, righted it and brought it to the window, It flew off seeming miraculously unhurt. Honey is young with good teeth. She carried that beautiful winged creature without hurting it, was it luck, an accident, a present for me? I’ll never know. At least it ended well and I haven’t seen one since. As always ....

I imagine the implications may become personal for many when the task of pumping and sandbagging become every day tasks. As always ....

By 2050 my postage stamp will be part of a wetlands area. Considering the Greenland and Antarctica conditions, the finger in the dyke mentality may have already gone on too long. Thank you, Don, as always .....

An article was sent to me recently about the heat related death of a USPS mounted delivery carrier on July 6th, 2018. The late carriers name was Peggy Frank. The incident took place in the Los Angela’s area during a 3 digit heat wave. At that time much of the aging fleet of vehicles had no air conditioning. The main plants and associate offices are air conditioned, for the most part. Not sure at this time if vehicleS have been upgraded. I always viewed the heat and cold index as a common sense guide. Thank you for the article. I hope an acceptable guideline can be reached soon. As always ....

FHW, I remember seeing bumble bees in the postage stamp as early as April. I enjoyed watching their precise but seemingly leisurely flights. I haven’t observed one for several years. Bees as a whole are also missing this year. The mosquito, the flying version of cockroaches are already in unending control of our lowers urban atmosphere. Other than the occasional flying whine, before my attempted slap, the postage stamp remains silent. As always ....

They have to come out eventually, Unc. Then it will be the Pipers turn at bat. As always .....

Great photo and memory. I rode those trains on the R and N lines ( at that time called the 4th avenue local and Sea Beach Express ) in the 50’s and early 60’s. The seats were rattan and the only ventilation was a bladed ceiling fan and a hopeful functioning open window. The breeze was a trade off for the tunnel aromas. I would enjoy standing at the front car window. Today it’s an engineers cabin almost impossible to see the ride ahead. if your ever back in the city and if it ever reopens you should visit the Transit Museum, either in downtown Brooklyn or Grand Central station. The car type in your photo is on exhibit. You can go in, sit, stand and remember. As always .....

I’m in walking distance of the promenade. I was a letter carrier in the neighborhood In 1978 and probably delivered your mail. Sahadis is still there. The Long Island College Hospital is gone, thanks to the proliferation of high cost housing. Both neighborhoods, Heights and Hill are now under landmarks status. I have often enjoyed the promenade. I use it as a power walk alternative to the full Brooklyn Bridge park route. If you ever come back, preferably when the shooting stops, you should see the Brooklyn Bride Park. Very well done for solo or family enjoyment. On a somber note, the sounds of day or night nature are mostly mute. With a block full of Sycamores, oaks, maples, dogwood there is not a cicadas to be heard nor a cricket for that matter. Being old, my nights rest is often interrupted by pit stops. If I’m fortunate and It’s just before pre dawn the birds begin singing. It’s only their sound. They sing alone. It is a kind interruption to the dawn silence. With the first strong rays and the waking of the city the singing stops. As always ...

At dusk Saturday night I observed the first firefly in my postage stamp oasis. It felt so peaceful to just stand and watch. Even though I became a smorgasbord for the mosquito population it was worth it. I viewed at least three of the blinkers. I pray at least two were female. If they are all one gender the postage stamp will be back to hello darkness my old friend. Other than the usual city sounds the postage stamp at night is mute. The sounds of nature are long gone from my inner city locale. As always ....

The way things are going in metro, even if my NYC borough made a successful steal, the evidence would be gone by the next day. As always ....

Unc a quick look shows their family predating us by over 300 million years. When the meek or who/what ever inheirits the earth they will still be here to keep the legatees company. Considering their resistance to radiation, they may be the sole beneficiary. As always ....

Well stated. Everything gets a name including winter storms. Pretty soon T storms of varying intensity will be named. Just think of a weather alert announcing “take cover, Chip and Dale” approaching NYC Metro, As always .....

Julian, 140 or so years ago when the postage stamp came into existence, the water source for the house was a well. At the back of the stamp was a small house over another well that was there for deposits only. At that time ‘Brook’ lyn still had them free flowing. If you walked a few hundred feet beyond the block of the new row houses you could probably still see deer and the antelope playing. Today with indoor plumbing and Tap water. I am left with a postage stamp that is a home to horny squirrels or as I lovingly call them bushy tailed tree rats, a family of raccoons who got into and trashed the third floor apartment. Incidentally I believe they’re seeking reparations because the diseased oak they used to den in, I had taken down last year. Then there are the felines, both outside and in who are above it all and feel their entitled anyway. That leaves me which is probably good enough justification for all I’ve just described. Stay well (sorry for the pun) Julian, it could be worse. As always....

Yesterday, I thought it was finally raining on the postage stamp. Instead it was the damn A/C, on the floor above me, having a pissing fit. As always .....

Understood Unc., we have to move on with caution tempered with a a dose of common sense. It was like a homecoming at my barbershop early this morning. Getting rid of all that hair, at least where it still grows felt wonderful. I can cancel the curtain rods I ordered for my eyebrows. Small businesses that survive will have to recoup three months of lost income without losing three months of expenses. That challenge will be more than difficult. Onward ...... As always ......