At 4:00 p.m.

The blizzard's wrath is still a long way off, and the snow is underwhelming.  But it's nice to walk on quieter streets, and a what's-up visit to the sanitation garage seems appropriate.  The garage itself is almost empty, but there are lines of empty snowplow-ready vehicles parked outside.  White, grey, orange, brown.   An F chugs by over the viaduct, and a lone worker sits idly at the wheel of his truck - a flash of lime green -  waiting for a call to action.