Holiday on Ice

I landed on a day when it was a balmy 60 degrees in New York.

As tourists and Macy's Thanksgiving Parade were floating by on TV, the flight attendant crackled in nasal vowels on the airplane PA, "If you brought a coat with you, you might want to put it on. It's 23 degrees out there."

Welcome home, indeed.

By the time I returned I'd brought the cold weather with me. It's not in the 20s yet, but they say we may have our first snow accumulation this weekend, and I'll be into my first real winter in New York.