New Yorkers have plenty of reasons to brag with snotty bravado, but nothing outdoes going anywhere without having to drive—and snow makes that advantage all the more obvious. Today, in the midst of the season's first glorious six-incher, I hopped on the subway from Brooklyn to join pals and take in the gorgeous white blanket. The only excuse for cold is days like this. I slopped around in my macho boots and adored every minute.
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