"Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from swift completion of their appointed rounds." These words are chiseled on the entablature of the James A. Farley Post Office, New York’s famous postal landmark. Hah! No flights, no postal delivery, no FedEx, no UPS, no school, no work, no pesky traffic helicopters, no trash collection, only two out of three newspapers delivered (but amazing to receive two). Such are just a few of the results of a little bit of ice on the ground. And, as always, KVET radio is the only place to get closing notifications, alphabetized and all. The house never got above 58 degrees inside all day (in the warm spots), since, as soon as it gets at all cool, the old gas pressure drops and the ancient floor furnace barely breathes out a bit of warmth, just enough to be felt when standing right on top of the register. We might as well be living and cooking at ten thousand feet above sea level for all the time needed to get truly hot water when the pressure's low.