This Reveres lives in a major northeastern city. That’s not a secret. The northeast gets snowstorms. Not a secret. Living in a major northeastern city when it has a snowstorm is an experience, and not a good one. No secret. I’m not telling you anything new. So it’s no big surprise that I left the medical center at 1:45 pm yesterday, just as it was starting to snow, and didn’t arrive home until 6:05 pm.
I feel compelled to do the numbers. How long is my usual commute ? 15 minutes. How many times did my 95 Volvo get stuck? Six. Each time it had to be pushed by kind strangers or my daughter (or me, with my daughter at the wheel). How many stranger’s cars did I push? Two. How many blocks did my daughter and I have to walk because if we parked anywhere closer to the daycare center we’d get stuck? Five. And of course five blocks back with my 6 month old grandson in daughter’s arms. Where was her husband? He left work at 2 pm to pick up his son and arrived home at 7:30 pm. Five and a half hours in the car for a 20 minute commute. Which is why Grandpa was driving to daycare at .6 miles per hour instead.
So forget about evacuation as an option for something happening in a major urban area. As Mrs. R. pointed out when I finally got home, we had plenty of warning about this storm. Businesses even closed early. But it took me 20 minutes just to get out of the garage because the street was a parking lot of cars trying to get on a major highway whose entrance was 15 blocks away.
In this case the only “emergency” was picking up my infant grandson from daycare before it closed at 6 pm.
That felt like emergency enough.