I thought I was in Antarctica or in Northern Alaska in the middle of winter. I've never been to either. I imagine people there talk about the kind of weather we're having in Tiffin all the time.
Problem is, there was no one to talk to on the streets or in the stores.
Tiffin was an arctic ghost town.
No, I shouldn't have been out. My camera battery died. The Nikon wouldn't snap a picture of the blowing snow. The lens fogged up. My hands were freezing.
It reminded me of my younger days as a television journalist in Virginia looking for a story. Only colder.
So, I kept looking.
The parking lot at Westgate was empty. The two brave souls with shovels in hand looking for a sidewalk to shovel had long since disappeared.
Even the postal carrier I'd hoped to get a quote from had gone to the next street over.
I wasn't about to follow him. It was too cold.
Where did everyone go?
Suddenly, it hit me. The story is about finding no people, no traffic and nothing to take a picture of, other than the blowing snow. But my Nikon had long since died.
The people of Tiffin and Seneca County heeded the advice from the National Weather Service.
We stayed home, kept off the streets, tried to stay warm and took care of each other.