It snowed decently enough. However, and not meaning to be demeaning, the much pre-ballyhooed blizzard lacked a certain pizzazz – nothing near what one expects from a “cyclone bomb.” Nonetheless, some are already dubbing it The Blizzard of 2026. I barely rate it as “A Blizzard of 2026.” That leaves the rest of the year wide open.

On the Island, which was hit as hard as anywhere in the state, snow depth inched toward 20-some inches, though my front porch had somewhere near 100 inches.