Yahoo is publishing first-person accounts from readers who are surviving the cold snap that’s affecting large portions of the country this week.
FIRST PERSON | In Battery Park City in New York, the recorded low temp was 4 degrees while the average daily low is a balmy 23.
When I woke up this morning I knew it was going to be cold. This cold swath which has overtaken the whole nation was no secret. But when I glanced out my Battery Park City window on this Tuesday morning the ordinarily bustling South End Avenue and my next door neighbor, the World Financial Center, were deserted. It might as well have been a holiday; no one was on the street.
At noon my mission was simple. Head to the street to start my car. The 7-year-old vehicle had been sitting almost 2 weeks without being turned on.
My doorman, John, stood shuddering upright near a space-heater in a knee-length wool trench coat.
“I have lived here my whole life,” he told me, “this day is the coldest I’ve ever felt.”
John scowled at me and told me to button up my top two buttons which I waved off. I’ve lived all over and spent many a winter in 4 feet of northern New Hampshire snowstorms; I know cold.
As if reading my mind the wind smacked me back as soon as I came outdoors. The air was biting, the cold took you straight in. I couldn’t help but think of being out on arduous frozen walks in the woods with my grandmother. It was that kind of cold, not the worst I’d ever felt, but close.
I noticed all kinds of frozen liquid everywhere. Sprinkler ejections, dog urine, and even an apparent oil leak from an individual’s car. The oil leaked out and the cold air plugged up the flow.
When I got to my car the engine turned over okay. However there was a half-drunk water bottle that my wife had wedged between the seats the last ride we took. Frozen.
There were no smokers, no dog walkers, and even the congregation of food trucks which were out at the World Financial Center every day were gone. A lot of nannies or mommies were out walking their infants. I finally saw many of their destinations as the NY Public Library on North End Avenue had a story time with a full phalanx of strollers through the glass.
We broke a record for the day here in New York City. How cold is it where you are?