We shouldn’t complain; weather could be worse
The winter I arrived in the Adirondacks for a job at a resort some years ago, temperatures dropped to 52 below zero. Skiing was halted at Whiteface Mountain. I filled my post as chef without fail by waking every four hours to start my car. A neighbor helped me rock my Firebird out when it froze to the ground. Main Street in Lake Placid was chock full of snow. Trucks had to haul it out of town for lack of space in a small village. Walking to work around Mirror Lake, I fell into a snowbank, which took me almost a half hour to climb out of in all my winter gear. Meanwhile, folks navigated to coffee shops in cross-country skis and snowshoes. So cheer up, Buffalo, and embrace the hot cocoa.