who gets to stay home and play in the snow, wow, grinding uncertainty if you re trying to travel, right? but doesn t that photo just kind of encapsulate everything that a childhood memory should have? i mean, just that joy of looking out the window, seeing snow, and then and then this is dating myself perhaps, but listening to the radio a little bit and say, oh, is my my town going to be called in that cancelation list? i hope, i hope, i hope. and then it does. now we don t see the photo, the face of your nephew. and we don t see the face of the gentleman behind me, but i can imagine there are two completely different expressions happening here. the joy of a child with the classes being canceled. the unjoy or the sadness of this gentleman or the frustration i should say having to plow his front stoop because the snow piled up. almost a foot in the brooklyn suburbs or the the new york suburbs here of brooklyn. incredible snow totals from this recent storm along the east coast. l