How crazy is this winter? NYC—and most of the east coast—got another ton of snow today. And there’s more on the way tonight.
I wish I spent all my snowy days like this:
But unfortunately, my reality is much more like this:
How many more days until summer?
(Top image via the New Yorker ; bottom image—and more photos of New Yorkers slipping along Fifth Avenue—via the Observer)
I had to laugh when I saw the first “Intelligencier” item in this week’s NY Mag because it addresses a distant worry that’s always in the back of my mind: being injured/maimed/killed from a falling object while I’m walking down the street.
I’ve had that fear as long as I can remember. And I always attributed it to growing up in NYC. Off the top of my head, I can recall dozens of stories–starting from when I was a kid–of freak accidents having to do with falling objects. There was the relative who dropped an air conditioner out a second story window; a man who committed suicide by jumping off a building and landing on a sidewalk near pedestrians; numerous scaffolding and crane collapses; Central Park tree branches that crushed people; ice chunks breaking off buildings and konking people on the head…you get the idea.
ApparentlyВ I’m not alone–and my “irrational” fear might not be that irrational, after all. The NY Mag piece describes it as:
an ambientВ New York fear: In a city full of air conditioners hanging out of windows and gargoyles disintegrating twenty stories up, the pedestrian is ever at risk of being bonked from above.
And then they provide a nicely packaged statistical sampling of such incidents. Check it out here.
I’m curious–is this something you’ve ever thought about, too?
