It's soupy out there. Chunky frozen soup. When I walked under trees or awnings big drips of melted snow (aka water) splattered on my head. I'd neglected to bring my hat. Eventually as I approached a tree or awning, I'd ask for no drips to land on me, at least no big ones that land on top of my head and trickle down my neck or forehead under my ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure that the City of Portland's policy for dealing with snow, whether it's one inch or one foot, is the "we'll just not look at it and eventually it will go away" method ( Read more... )