After the storm hit, power outages and snowy streets put the regular urban hum on hold. During the pause, as hardy New England neighborhoods pulled out their shovels, communities were being built. People you didn’t know were suddenly your compatriots. And the ties endured.
Last February, my adopted city of Boston experienced a snowstorm that even this upstate New York, lake-effect-snow-knowledgeable transplant would categorize as significant. What was most impressive, however, wasn’t the two feet of snow, but the impressive resilience of Bostonians in the aftermath. A few weeks later, amid the bustle of cars and people, the only change to the city seemed to be the leftover snowbanks.