Ah, New York. I don't miss winter since I moved to Tucson from Manhattan more than two decades ago -- before I could be mistaken for a snow bird -- but I miss New Yorkers' unabashed grumpiness about the season. If you're going to experience frigid weather, as I did last week, you can't beat a place where kvetching about the cold has been raised to an art form. And where
Freud’s Butcher
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