Snowbound

There are eighteen feet of snow here in NYC and nothing is moving.   You never even hear a siren, which means many buildings are burning and unspeakable crimes are going uninvestigated.   As I write, it has just begun to snow again.   This time the flakes are small and dry.  I think we're really in for it.   The snow is already turning parked cars into frozen white mounds.   Tell the band to keep playing.  Women and children first.