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.