Last night I was crossing Park Avenue on foot at the intersection of 58th Street. I got caught on the traffic island between the northbound and southbound lanes, and while waiting for the light to change, I found myself kicking at a pile of snow while I stood there. And then it hit me: It’s early November in New York. There hasn't been any measurable snow. There wasn't any snow on the adjacent sidewalk or in the street, just on the traffic island where I was standing. And on the next traffic island. I was on a movie set--or at least it had been, earlier in the day. I found out today that "Mr. Popper's Penguins" is shooting in the same neighborhood (scenes that include snow) with Jim Carrey. That explains the hyper-local snowfall. Just another night in New York.
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