Snow

So I was under the impression that Buffalo got a lot of snow in the winter. This winter, it has had a lot of...sunshine. Rather like an iceberg in Florida, or finding penguins in Hawaii. Today was actually my first day driving to my internship in the middle of a snow storm. My only other chance, so far, was squelched when I got the day off. What is more, I had a miserable time parking and spent twenty minutes going in circles.

Which is all to say, I love the city. Not necessarily Buffalo, because Buffalo firmly believes it is a city when it is turning into a large town. Or was turning into one, before people starting moving back. There is something glorious, however, about a city in foul weather. No one honks you when you take extra long at the stoplight. Or when you start breaking half a block from the stoplight. People, complete strangers, start joking with you about the lousy weather and how much they hate Mother Nature.

I fear I am more of an extrovert than I have ever wanted to admit. A dreamy, abstract, theoretical extrovert, otherwise called an introvert on people drugs. I really like being surrounded by people, though to be honest the population density is about like what it is at home.

Oh, right, my internship. Well, the long and short of it is that today was project preparation and site visits. I am working out a method, which is always fun. And I get to go exploring every single day. See new stuff. See old stuff. Well, old for America. I noticed today that churches come in clusters, not denomination. For instance, the nine hundreds block of Delaware has two Presbyterian churches (a real sad case of church split a hundred years ago), a Hellenic Orthodox church, the former chapel of the Catholic bishops, now Blessed Sacrament Parish, a Baptist church, and two I didn't get to. Within a block, that is incredible diversity. The question is, why did everyone bury the hatchet and live next door to each other? Or did they?