Piles of ice. Snow falling atop dirty snow. Fourteen degrees on a good day. The time of year has come when we Northerners start to threaten the permanency of our lives above the Mason-Dixon…
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It’s been two years since I swapped the Windy City for this Crescent City. And, in one month, we will say “See you soon, New Orleans.” Bring it on, Big Apple. We’re ready.…