Empire Snow

We were in New York for a couple of days earlier this month.  I was there to take part in a round table on the treatment of LBGT patients in hospice and palliative care.  The evening before the round table, there was a panicked email from the planner.  Snow was predicted, and the venue would not be open the next day.  We were on 28th Street, the next morning there was a dusting of snow and the sidewalks were wet.  The meeting was moved from that neighborhood to 60th Street a couple of blocks west of the south end of Central Park.  I took the subway from wet sidewalks, 32 blocks north, to find 4-5 inches of fresh snow at the new - but open venue.  

What a difference a couple of degrees makes.