NorthJersey.com
New York is dead, they say. Over! Look at the streets this cold December day, streets barely plowed or salted. Up Lexington Avenue, across 42nd Street and along the south side of the park, snowplows were nowhere to be seen all morning Thursday and into the afternoon. The few cars about followed each other through tall piles of brown mush. Lonely pedestrians took their precautions as they could find them. It s crazy out there! I could barely walk, said Barbara Paddock, who sheathed her duck boots in spikey crampons to navigate the six-block walk from her apartment in the Murray Hill neighborhood to Grand Central Terminal. They call New York the city that never sleeps. Now it s the city that never wakes up!