Yesterday: Very picturesque…until the inevitable slush and ice and resulting misfortune set in. NYC received about 12-inches of snow and, even as I write, the storm is tapering off and moving on.
In our warm and secluded brownstone across from Prospect Park, my wife and I brewed many arousing flagons of steaming coffee, cleverly laced with brandy, and watched while taking shelter from the storm; a blend of Bach and Oscar Peterson playing through the still atmosphere.&nbs…