I remember that ice storm — MAN was that a cold winter! Little Neck Bay froze solid from Douglaston (where I lived) all the way out past the Kings Point lighthouse. (That’s as far as we could see from the seawall at the point — it could have been frozen much further.)
Some nutty friend of mine rode his bike from the Douglaston Dock, past Stepping Stones in Great Neck, and around the Kings Point lighthouse. He told us that as he rounded the lighthouse, The Merchant Marine Academy middies were on the dock screaming at him to come off the ice, but he just calmly rode back all the way home. EPIC!
One more thing about that ice storm, though: It made my tree-laden neighborhood absolutely gorgeous. It was a like a winter fairyland, and the sledding was top notch!
Regards,
Everyone ignores snotties. Unless there's a chore that needs doing. ;)
/johnny
By the way, nutty, yes. Going under through that thin salt water ice into moving, deep water making the Academy guys have to go after the “victim” is nutty.
My buddy started his landscape archtictecting business in the months after that storm having discoverd how talented he was at climbing old trees with a chainsaw.
There was much of that work.