Review: The Walking Dead

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Nearly two feet of snow fell today in Connecticut.  Thanks in part to the timing of the snowfall, the storm was strong enough to close the federal courts, so I had a grownup snow day.   I spent most of it sleeping and watching TV, but cabin fever got the best of me once the sun went down.  So I bundled up and headed outside to dig out my car.  Not wanting to drive anywhere in such lousy conditions, I decided to walk around West Hartford Center.

Out of over 140 shops and restaurants, only one place was open: Chipotle.  I ate dinner there, along with maybe a dozen other people.  I left around 9:00 p.m. and walked home.  I saw only a handful of cars, plus a few plow trucks.  Every store window was dark and every parking space was empty.  Snow covered everything and it was eerily quiet.  I plodded through the snow alone, and passed just one person on the street -- the only person I'd seen outside all night.  As we shuffled past each other, unable to see eye-to-eye because of our scarves and hooded jackets, I felt like I was in the world of The Walking Dead.  This woman and I were "walkers" or "geeks," as the zombies are called on the show, stumbling around in deserted and inhospitable conditions, hungry for relief (not relief of a thirst for human flesh, but for a warm apartment!).  Given the late hour and the extreme weather conditions, the snowstorm definitely created a subtle-but-perceptible post-apocalyptic feel.

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