January 5, 2014
I read on Facebook that it was going to snow in NYC and I never ever been in the snow before. I booked a red-eye on JetBlue to make sure that I arrive at the height of the snow storm. Luckily I had no trouble with the flight into JFK. The great thing is when I went to the taxi stand, that was the moment where I experienced my first time under a snow flake. Except it wasn't one flake but a super lot.
I had the taxi driver take me to the Jefferson Station in Bushwick, Brooklyn. i wanted to go somewhere that was totally industrial, yet in the snow. It took awhile and cost around $70 to get there, but once there after I paid the driver, I jumped out of the taxi, and experienced my first time walking in the snow. It was odd because due to the heavy snow, I couldn't see where the curb off the street was. I kept stepping on a pile of snow where it seemed that there was no ground underneath the white stuff. I imagine to find an international market that was open that early in the morning. I bought an apple muffin and a large cup of hot coffee.
I sat as close as I can to the door, so when it opens I can feel the freezing temperature come in. Strange enough when I am in Los Angeles, and its cold, I really feel it. Here when it is around 17 degrees, the cold almost becomes abstract. I hung out there with my large coffee being kind of scared because I thought there was a good change I would die on this trip.
Around 10:am I got up and headed towards back to the Jefferson St station. It was really difficult for me to walk on the snow for some reason. Plus the fact that I never experienced the sensation of the snow hitting my face. I really didn't like that feeling. I made it to the station, and I was extra careful not to go face down the stairs. My sixth sense told me that the stairs could be slippery. I bought a MTA card and used it with no problem. The L Line took me to Union Square Manhattan. That is where I got off and I walked down Broadway to the Strand Bookstore.
I went in, and I was so thankful to be in a warm store. Almost too warm, but nevertheless I felt that since I made it here, there is a good chance I won't die on this trip. I looked around for a book to read on my way back home later that day. I found a hardcopy of "The Boy Detective: A New York Childhood" by Roger Rosenblatt. I never heard of this book, but it seems to be about a writer who pretended to be a boy detective among other things, and it covers two subject matters of my interest. Childhood and detective fiction. Also, even though it was a hardcover book, the size was perfect for a plane trip.
I bought it, refused the bag, and stuff it into my coat pocket. I found a taxi around the Strand area and went back to JFK. Luckily there was no cancellation of the plane trip going back to Los Angeles.