Sunday December 9, 2001
Three inches of fresh snow, chaos, total gridlock, Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons attacking SUVs without impunity.

We throw the dog out one door to create a diversion and jump into the car to fight our way to the co-op for supplies. Utter mayhem. Hanoverites fighting over the last Brie. Techies collapsed in the chip isle, muttering as they lick the last salty crumbs from an empty bag of pretzels. Only the wonder bread remains untouched.