This morning I grabbed a shot of the stairs we take down to Stanton Ave, where we catch the 77G. I shit you not when I say the bottom half of the staircase currently does not consist of any actual, tangible steps. It's smoother than
a snow baby's bottom.
I've braved the staircase twice since Snowapalooza, and both times I basically held the railing with two hands and slid down. There is no other way to do it (if you want to live).
They remain untouched by shovels and salt.