There was a fierce snow storm many winters past, and Burt and I, restless with cabin fever, went to 65th Street for dinner.
Mind you, Burt had a no-go-snow policy but I guess the exception proves the rule. This outing was memorable for the high greying icy mounds at each corner.
On this corner, we were preceded by an old woman on her walker who climbed the iced pile at the entrance to Silver Star. We looked at each other shame-faced at our trepidatious steps.
Despite what we witnessed and the fact that we’d been out in stormy weather, Burt never backed off his prohibition against walking out in snow.
this is our life 