… is not, I’ve decided, particularly nice. In fact, Spring up here would be more correctly known as an adjunct of winter.
Selecting one day for the last three years, the day of the AIDS Walk in NYC…
2001: cold and crappy.
2002: just cold. Really cold.
2003: if the weather forecast is right about this coming Sunday (and they usually are when it’s a dreary forecast), cold and crappy.
I lived in the NE until I was 12… then got away until I turned 21. Since I’ve been back, it seems that Spring has kinda gotten the boot. Or is this just my imagination? Does May in New York usually suck this bad, or have the last eight years been unusual?