Okay, is this it? This is the apocalypse that New York meteorologists got their panties in a wad for? Noon hour: Snowing gently, total of maybe 6 inches, wind is kicking up a little bit. I'm actually heading out at 5... I want to be crawling over parking meters, not prancing through a dusting of slush... c'mon, New York, give us what you got. We can take it.That big gray mass at the top would be Manhattan!