I had a pretty sensational melt in late March '18 after the models had southern CT slated for a good 15-20", which instead wound up slamming Long Island with 2 feet while we clawed our way to a couple sandy inches. This being the second time that had happened in the span of three weeks, my nerves were already frayed. I felt we had let a great -NAO and a historic parade of nor'easters largely go to waste (we did sneak one nice paster in there) and that last big bust was a crowning insult. Legend has it that my paroxysm of profanity still hangs in suspension over Long Island Sound.