Forget Punxsutawney Phil and his shadow. The true telltale sign of spring in the city: girls without socks. Just today I spotted three pairs of sockless feet in flats. I'd say spring's just two weeks away...
Nora Ephron once wrote: "I always seem to find myself at a perfectly wonderful event where everyone else is having a marvelous time, laughing merrily, eating, drinking, having sex in the back room, and I am standing on the side, taking notes on it all." My sentiments exactly.
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