In 1996, New York City was hit by one of the most severe blizzards. Twenty inches of snow fell during the storm, along with 50 mph winds and drifts as high as 8 feet. The powerful winter storm developed when cold air came from the Gulf of Mexico combined with hot air coming from Canada; it hit NYC on January 6 and lasted for 37 hours, dropping 2 inches of snow per hour on average.
Schools were closed, mail was snarled, food deliveries were delayed, and disrupted travel. Only the police, fire department, and hospital staff reported to work; residents were advised to stay home and await the passing of the storm. The storm intensified, and traffic came to a halt, leaving many people stranded mid-way to their destinations. There was high anxiety and frustration at airports, bus terminals, and rest stops along highways. The grocery stores looked as foreboding and empty as they did in post-apocalyptic films by evening. Con Edison reported a power outage in Gravesend, Brooklyn, affecting 1500 customers, though services would be restored the following night. From Washington to Boston, damages were estimated at a billion dollars, while casualties reached a hundred from Kentucky to Connecticut. People living on the streets of New York were the most affected. Even though the city made every effort to relocate the homeless safely, only 7200 beds in 39 shelters were occupied.
NYC was awesome in the snow. I had a blizzard baby born in September, 1996. Yay!
What an epic blizzard. My buddies on I grabbed our snowboards and got pulled around the city with a rope attached to a jeep.
I genuinely feel bad that future children will never experience snow days where they take off from school and play in the park. With remote learning that shit will never fly.
I remember my dad walking me at night several blocks to my friend’s house for a sleepover during the storm, and the snow was up to my thighs in a lot of places because of the drifts. I stayed over her house for two nights and we had a blast. We made faux igloos and would jump from the swing straight into the snow piles. When I came back home, all of the neighbors were congregating together at one end of the block, attempting to shovel out the entrance to the street so they could get out. I guess that the plows were overwhelmed and wouldn’t get to our residential street any time soon. One of the most bizarrely “we’re in this together!” moments ever for all of the neighbors on my block in Flushing. Many happy memories from that storm.
Was one of three days I was able to walk down the center of Fifth Avenue with absolutely no risk of being hit by a car.
OK what’s the deal with all the odd slogans on the Times Square marquees
1996-97 is when the adult industry in Times Square started to get geographically banished through new city zoning laws. Afterward when Times Square was on-its-surface PG-13 the Broadway Theaters and regular Movie Theaters came back 1997-98.
OK thanks… but where did the slogans come from? Was it an art installation?