It's still cold in New York, but it's sunny. And something happened the other day that proves the seasons are changing. No, it wasn't the start of Spring Training, but rather that for the first time in months I saw people drinking outside in the beer garden at my local bar. There might still be snow piled on the sidewalk, but like - appropriately enough - the swallows of Capistrano returning from their winter exile, the seasonal return of al fresco drinking is the source of great celebration and joy.
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