Somewhere just east of Syracuse.
I wound up staying home yesterday, as close to another foot of snow fell between where I started and where I'm now still heading. Got some decent things done, but it meant I had to be up and out pretty damn early today. That wound up pretty close to 4:45 for the "up" part and a little past 6 for the "out," thanks to a revolving door of animals who kept me pretty hopelessly awake.
Today was clear but bone-chilling cold; the sky was full of plumes from any make and manner of steam production, some settling like wispy little fog clouds not far above the car, others funneling upwards.
How cold, you ask?
That was near Canandaigua at around 8-something this morning. Not long after that, back on the 90 heading east, I witnessed a bizarre slow-motion one-car accident on the inner westbound shoulder: a car had turned itself completely round so it was pointing the same direction as I was going, then jolted into reverse and crashed into the guard rail while heading backward at slow speed. I wonder if there were any Satanic Beatle-lyric messages behind it all.
Court at 10:00 went quickly, and I'm waiting for one final connection to be made before heading south to my sister's, so I'm exploring a bit more of Syracuse than I usually do; this post comes from a community library in a near-dead mall in the city's eastern 'burbs.
New York cities not named New York City have it tough these days: their geographic boundaries are frozen by state constitutional rules; their landlocked real estate is largely tax-exempt or decaying; and their fewer residents include more needy ones who have to make do with less even as they need more help. Yet over the weekend, the two winningest coaches in NCAA basketball history faced off within the city limits in front of more than 30,000 people, some paying up to $3,500 a seat for the privilege.
Let them eat hoops, I suppose.
This whole journey runs in reverse tomorrow- just in time for another big storm to hit us over the weekend. Yipee ki-yay.