Blizzard of 2010

Last night at 11:30 Ji and I decided to wander out into the blizzard. A block away from his house we saw a minivan stuck in an intersection, a Hasidic Jewish man frantically shoveling snow away from the front of the car. Since Ji moved to Williamsburg I have become fascinated with Hasidic Jewish culture. Earlier in the day Ji's brother in law had joked about whether or not after 6 months of living here Ji has made eye contact with any Jewish people. They are an insular people.

Dire circumstances, however....

As we passed thru the intersection, past the man and his shovel, we heard a voice from the window of the projects on the corner.
"You better not hit my car! Watch out for my car! You better not f***ing hit my car! Motherf***er!"
And on and on.
The Jewish man ignored for a minute then turned toward the voice and yelled, "Which one?"
"That one, right there. Right next to you. You better not f***ing hit it!"
"It's ok!"

The window voice turned into inaudible grumbling and the Jewish man returned to his shoveling. Barriers broken down, cultures crossing, ground covered. Or just some crazy person yelling out a window.


Ji's car


Cold and wind blown Ji-Soo. Total outside play time: 20 min. We couldn't last much longer.


We weren't the only ones out for a midnight stroll. Notice how little snow there is on this street because it was out of the wind. The next morning we saw five foot drifts in some places.


A happy little sign.


Our poor bikes covered by a snow drift. The tassels on the bike to the right show how windy it was.


Ji-Soo defrosting in the elevator.