New York City's mighty storm drain infrastructure is still flushing out all the slush that's been flooding street corners in the wake of Saturday's blizzard, and now that this morning's ice has melted, there are still plenty of places where a person can simply disappear forever into a bottomless sea of murky city juice. As these photos from Wednesday afternoon attest, plenty of brave (foolhardy?) New Yorkers are still risking everything to ford deep chasms of messy blizzard afterbirth.
One collection of slush and murky brine on Houston and Lafayette measured over 15 feet across, while a monstrous 22 foot specimen at Stuyvesant and 9th Street was swallowing up NYU students like a Sallie Mae loan collector. Nobody said all this slush would go quietly.
If you can, focus on the bravery and determination this city has shown in such trying times. Remember the leaps of faith and the teamwork that got us through 2016's first wave slush lagoons. Never forget the brave little plank that made it safe for all us sinners to cross at Broome and Crosby, over a 2 1/2 inch deep, 22 foot wide puddle that might have otherwise claimed dozens of innocent ankles. That plank (and all its plank buddies) died face down in the muck so that you and I could overpay for brunch mimosas this weekend.
