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"Where is the horn that was blowing?"

-- Theoden, in J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

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Where are the snowplows? It's another snow day today.

That's three days in a row now. Three days, and the city again sinks into idleness and ice.

In many places (some main roads included), no plow shovel touched asphalt. The city is--quite literally--covered in ice now, the consequence of two days without adequate plowing. The snow falls, the rain freezes on top, forming a layer of ice on top of packed snow; then, more snow falls in the night, and then from sunrise to sunset (a solid eight hours, maybe more) the top of this new layer of snow melts; it freezes over night.

We are standing on the top of a wedding cake: snow, icing, snow, icing. Someone dig in, please.

Got stuck twice last night on the way to a friend's house. One same alley, two different drifts.

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Reuters UK has a fantastic video page. Watch the union that will surely beget an Indian werewolf. Or something.