"Nor'Easter"

Lived through my first-ever "nor'easter" and it was a pretty impressive experience. Everything closed early, everybody (except for the snowplows) was sent home, and civilization just shut down well in advance of the paralysis that gripped New England. We all sat around the living room watching and listening to the wind tear it up outside the windows, while a crock-pot simmered away in the kitchen, infusing the house with aroma and warmth.
I've been having fun playing up the whole sourdough versus salty-dog clash of cultures, but it becomes obvious what a false equivalence it really is soon as a little wind-chill effect kicks in, and this hardy Alaskan whines like a little puppy left outside.