I lived in Atlanta for 20 years. In that time, we had exactly two monstrous winter storms that shut down the entire city: if memory serves, the blizzard of 1993 and the ice storm of 2000. I’ve since lived in Pittsburgh almost 6 years, and in that time only one winter storm has succeeded in shutting down the city: the 2010 “Snowpocalypse / Snowmageddon,” where it snowed 24 inches in as many hours.
In none of these cases did the temperatures get ridiculously low. Of course they dipped below freezing, but not anywhere near this level of sheer, superfluous absurdity:
Never before have I experienced such temperatures…which makes it all the more interesting (probably the wrong word choice) that my inaugural experience was to go running in them. We logged 3 miles yesterday when it was a whopping 5 degrees, and will likely record at least that many this morning.
Isn’t it something like -40 or -50 when your spit can freeze in midair? Just curious. FYI: at -40, Fahrenheit and Celsius are the same. AND NOW YOU KNOW.
Where are the pancakes? 