In Buffalo

I’m in Buffalo now for my next leg of the trip. What little snow is left is piled shoulder-high in wet parking lots around town. Trees still had leaves on them when Sunday’s freak snowstorm hit. The heavy snow subsequently ripped many branches off the trees. Driving the three miles from the airport, the place looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Power is said to still be flickering in the area, too, with lines still down all over town. Fortunately for me the hotel is still powered up (though some of the staff’s homes are not).

Buffalo is an interesting place, the freaky weather being just one aspect to that. There is so much history to see here, so many stately, turn-of-the-century Victorian homes that have withstood the pounding of countless similar snowstorms.

So much poverty, too, in areas.

I was amused at how many New York accents I heard aroundb Tampa. They fit in so much better here.