Never seen anything like the sheets of ice on the streets and sidewalks of the Bronx this morning. I’m just glad I didn’t bust my ass getting to the subway. All I could think of was Cloris Leachman saying, “The stairway…can be treacherous.” By the time I reached midtown, it was raining and there wasn’t much ice to be found, just slush.
But the ice uptown, man, that was crazy. I told one of the security guards in my building about it and she said, “Welcome to the ‘hood.”