Spent a few days in NYC this week -- too bad I couldn't have gotten in when the Spumoni crowd was up there. But as it turns out I got into the area well after their flight had already departed.

Oddly enough my flights went smoothly. And it was American Airlines! Monday night's flight was pretty much an empty plane -- four passengers. They even offered us a snack: a bag of roasted almonds. And not just a little pouch -- this thing was 3.5 oz of nuts, too much to even finish in one sitting. The kind of bag that if you got socked in the jaw with it you'd feel big pain. I was shocked.

Anyway, by the time I got back on Wednesday night most of the snow/ice accumulations had melted. I could hardly recognize the neighborhood. But have no fear: it's snowing again today, laying down another dusting of the white stuff.

And Steve, do you people really have a billboard offering a program of "stripped: naked truth on sex"? Because that's what it says on the internets, and I tend to believe everything I read. (You people sure know how to have fun on Sundays.)