Snow is a different story

Today I was walking to the T, waiting at the intersection I think of as a cluster*&^% and wondering if people will ever obey the signal and let me cross.

A pretty woman tapped by on the shoulder.

She and her partner smiled at me and she asked if I was local. She's from Australia.

"I guess I'm local enough," I confessed. When you're a tourist you'll take directions and advice from anyone who has been in the city longer than you - even a few hours.

Don't ask my neighbors if I'm a local. As far as they know, I'm an interloper not to be trusted.

"Is this bad weather for around here?" she asked.

I nodded as the snow continued to fall at a decent clip.

"It's not as bad as it could be, but it's a mess on top of what we already had." I noted it snowed more last week than it did last winter. "It's not that bad if you're just walking. Driving is a different story."

She seemed relieve by that information.

I opted not to share how it could be worse. It could be incredibly cold instead of hovering around 32 degrees.

Maybe I'm filled with the holiday spirit. I didn't feel like raining on that lady's parade. I can't say the same for the snow.

Labels: 2007, Boston, weather