Honestly, I've been thinking about the Northeast a lot lately. I was born in New York to two native New Yorkers, so that city runs in my blood. And a co-worker went to Boston over the break and brought me back some Dunkin' Donuts coffee as well as a few World Champion 2004 Red Sox signs from the official parade they had right after the Sox won the Series. He was also bearing tales of snow and cold, which he was retelling today at work. Someone said they went to Northern California over the holidays, where they saw an inch or two of snow. I replied, "Man, that's not snow. Snow is being woken up at 6am by your father, who says, 'There's six inches of snow outside, and there's more coming down. Shovel the driveway so I can get to work.'" Okay, I may not miss that, but I do miss sitting inside and watching the snow come down. But I digress. My point? Only in a place like New York could you see something like this.