which is the appellation given our current storm by the folks at the Capital Weather Gang, the weather blog of The Washington Post.
I live in the northern part of Arlington County, a jurisdiction just across the Potomac from DC, which contains both the Pentagon and the airport formerly known as Washington National. I am less than half a mile north of I-66. We are not one of the higher elevations in Arlington, nor are we all that hilly, although the light snowfall Wednesday evening caused major traffic problems in the immediate area.
Our house is on a corner, with our front on a street which is both a bus route and the main ambulance route to Virginia Hospital Center a few blocks away, where my wife was first hospitalized for her cancer. That means our front street is kept open — the plows have been by on a regular basis, more than half a dozen times already. Our driveway is on the side street, with the entrance less than 100 feet from the front street. I have parked the car just inside the public sidewalk. During most snow storms, even with a foot of snow, I can shovel every couple of hours and keep up with the storm and be able to get my car out in an emergency.
This storm is clearly different. Let me explain.
