An hour before the winter storm unleashed its snowy fury, Sona was sitting at home in Jersey City eating noodles and catching up on her favourite soap: Days of Our Lives, after a full day of work at The Bump in lower Manhattan. She had plans to go to work today. I called Sona up at 6pm yesterday to remind her she is eight months pregnant and that there’s a WINTER STORM expected, not a few cute little snowflakes. “It hasn’t even started snowing yet,” she says in between slurps of the noodles. Clearly, drastic action was needed.
As I’m about to leave the house, the news has named the storm Hercules. Whenever they name storms after violent men, you know some serious shit is going down. Sona’s family is immediately relieved when I tell them I’m going to go get her. A rescue team is quickly assembled: me and Meena (Sona’s sister). Then Kavya insists on coming along as well. The roads are completely clear on the way to Jersey City. Probably because we’re the only fools driving into a snow storm named Hercules. I ask Kavya a question two minutes after we start driving, and she’s snoring her head off, tightly clutching her packet of crisps. And the second we take the exit into Jersey City, the snow starts coming down pretty hard. I momentarily admire its prettiness as we haul ass through Journal Square. Here’s how the covert operation went:
What does winter look like where you are?