This is one of those I-was-there stories. I was, but I escaped in the nick of time: my flight left Syracuse on Wednesday afternoon, so I got out before the stuff really enveloped the place, either there or in Newark, which was the origin of the transAtlantic segment.
There's this itty-bitty little waystop of a village in upstate NY - well, see for yourself:
Just go right into the segment introduced by Matt Lauer at the top of the page.
When the on-site broadcaster says something about "There's even more snow east of here - we couldn't get through..."?* Nah. The homefolks said the film crew didn't even attempt it. Something like six feet in 24 hours. They said they'd had enough.
*They were actually in front of our small local supermarket. And yes, said supermarket was open for business. Though they may've been running a bit low on toilet paper by then.
Every now and then a Brit will ask me "Oh, why would you want to live here? It rains all the time!" To which I reply "Yes, but you don't have to shovel it."
I read something a few days ago - "You may be from upstate* New York if you recognize four seasons: early snow... snow... late snow... and road construction." That's not an exaggeration.
*Upstate: do not kid yourself. We're not talking Albany or "north of NYC" here. You have to look at Oswego, Jefferson, and Lewis counties. Now THAT's "upstate"!
Himself will tell you about the March blizzard we got caught in one year - and the early October one another year. Not to mention his surprise when city officials closed Oswego. He couldn't get his head around the fact that sometimes you have to wait for the snow falling to slow up before you can get ahead of it with the plows.
B'lieve me, I'm ready for Florida.
Redfield, New York, 2007