Looks like we're getting between 8 to 14 in the city itself, a bit more towards Baltimore. Yeah, it's a bloody mess down here, but I've had a BLAST navigating the Jeep through the unplowed streets. Like being home in Vermont!
While I've been having a lot of fun, the hardest part was actually getting into town on Friday. We were in Egypt on business, and were scheduled to fly into Dulles Friday afternoon via Frankfurt on Lufthansa. We had no problem from Cairo to Frankfurt, but once in Germany, we found that every single airline was canceling flights into Dulles, except for our Lufthansa flight. Every time we approached someone at the airline (in person or on the phone), they confidently assured us that our flight would leave on time and land in Dulles. Nothing we said had any impact. Believe it or not, we actually told Lufthansa over the phone and in person that we simply wanted to change to an earlier flight and go into New York, and also indicated that we would be happy to pay for it. The response was that because we were already "in transit" they wouldn't allow us to change or to purchase different tickets. Yes, you heard it friends, they simply *refused* to change our flight or to sell us new tickets.
After this continued for about an hour, we found someone who admitted that there was a chance that the flight would be cancelled, but that they would simply put us up in a hotel for the night, and then fly us out the next day. I calmly looked at the ticket agent and told him that DC was not Frankfurt. We don't have the ability to clear snow the way Frankfurt does, and that with 25" of snow coming, Dulles would be closed not for a day, but for several days, and that they'd end up paying for us to stay in Frankfurt for half the week or more, especially with another potential storm coming.
This seemed to have an effect, and they re-routed us to New York on a much earlier flight. Of course, in typical airline style, Lufthansa refused to cancel the DC flight until they were just about finished loading the New York flight. Moreover, the New York flight was about 3/4 full. So, they left numerous passengers bound for DC stranded in Frankfurt (including a client we were traveling with who they refused to help), and then let the New York flight take off with seats available.
Anyway, we made it into New York Friday at 2:00, cleared immigration and customs about ten times faster than I ever experienced at Dulles, and then grabbed a cab to Penn Station. We managed to get on the Acela at 3pm (rather than 4pm, which we had booked before we left Frankfurt). We hit Union Station and got into a cab, with five or six inches of unplowed snow on all streets.
Now the fun really began. The cab driver couldn't navigate the streets, and bailed on us about a mile from our house (but thankfully, only two blocks from our office). So, we were put onto the street in the middle of the storm with two suitcases, our computer bags and no winter coats (remember, we had just come from Cairo). We trudged to the office, where I left my fiancee and I walked home. After all, she's from Tennessee and I'm from Vermont, so a mile in the snow didn't bother me. I wrapped my tweed jacket around me and headed home to retrieve our Jeep, and then I drove back to the office to pick up my fiancee and our luggage.
All the way from Cairo, and the last mile was the hardest!
Hang in there, DC!