It didn’t look too bad outside A Bitty Better when I woke up Thursday morning.
The dire weather forecasts seemed to be, well, a bit too dire.
The snow really hadn’t arrived in full force.
It was cold, though.
But then I reached the bottom of our street in the Galeville neighborhood of Liverpool and pulled onto Old Liverpool Road on my way to work at the Liverpool Public Library.
And I couldn’t see past my windshield. The snow squalls had moved in, and I didn’t think I could make the two miles to work without incident.
So I pulled into the closest parking lot to allow the band of snow to pass by. I hoped. I sat in the parked car for more than five minutes, watching the snow fall at an alarming rate. Then it seemed to have slowed somewhat, so I pulled back out on the road and followed the tail lights in front of me. I hoped that driver stayed on the road. Having moved here just two months ago, I felt this route is not ingrained in my mind and my muscle memory as deeply as the roads I took to and from The Little Bitty, where my dear wife Karen and I lived for a dozen years.
I took the curves and made my way over the train tracks, slowing for the red light at the big intersection before my entrance into the pretty Village of Liverpool.
Yes, I had left early enough to make my morning stop at Nichols Supermarket for a cup of Joe to bring to my desk, tasty flavored locally made Paul de Lima. I’m on a Butterscotch Toffee jag these days.
Phew. Safe at work, without incident.
Would you drive on following tail lights or pull over in the nearest lot? What are your most feared driving conditions, and why? Which is your favorite photo, and why?