The biggest East Coast snowstorm of the pandemic to date lasted for a day. But in the city that never sleeps, it left a lasting image. I stood along the corner of Broadway and Broome for what seemed like an hour. Snow accumulated to piles nearly two feet high, edging along sidewalks glazed over with ice. To the New Yorker with means, the elements were a voluntary experience. There were cross-country skiers in Central Park and evening diners under heat lamps wearing $1,200 goose down coats. The 20-degree weather was something to be enjoyed in between warm destinations. But not for everyone.
