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.
I was working in TV production in the winter of ‘96, and as the lowest level employee (office PA), I was stuck having to try and go to work the day the storm hit so as to prove it wasn’t possible for anyone to go in and the show could get insurance to pay for any lost days.
It usually took me 30 minutes at 6:00 am to get door to door via the train from the UWS to open the production office in Chelsea, but on that day there were few trains, even fewer taxis, and when I finally got down there two hours later, the doors to the old factory where the show was shot were locked. The one guard who was there was pissed because his relief was running way late. It took me almost three hours to get back to my apartment, where I called the unit production manager and she took it from there.
We had 2 days of no shooting, and the day everyone went back, it was a madhouse because we were behind schedule, and we couldn’t use the weekend to catch up. SAG wasn’t about to let the production have actors working 7 days straight, blizzard or no blizzard.
A girl can dream, can’t she.
I want snow.
Was at the office on this day. Our boss invited us back to his place for drinks and dinner. His wife wasn’t pleased and I immediately recognized how much more my boss was making when I saw the apt.
My dad took me sledding on the street I remember it well
During the blizzard, sanitation pushed all the snow on the block into the dead end. As a kid, it felt like that mountain of snow was 100 feet tall, although it was probably closer to 20. All the kids on the block spent the week playing king of the hill on it, fighting to stay at the top as long as we could before somebody else would knock us off of it. I don’t think any of us had an inch of skin without a bruise on it. It was amazing.