Chapter 12There was one truth that came out of yesterday afternoon’s NY1 report. North of the city had seen significantly more snowfall than had the five boroughs, and the further up he traveled, the higher were the drifts. Several inches of snow clung to tree branches, and along the side of the road over a foot of snow stretched across the countryside, a pristine blanket. To Jimmy the accumulation was a reminder that his winter of discontent was far from over. He knew all about the universe piling on around him, and while occasionally came a thaw, a solution, a disturbance always came rearing back. March was around the corner, though. Perhaps warm sunshine wasn’t so far behind, nature’s rebirth ready to blossom.
Jimmy, too.
He might have grown up on the tough streets of New York City an
