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Urban skiing

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It's been snowing sporadically here in Istanbul over the past week. Not so much snow that it is accumulating, but enough to make me think that I should be on a slope somewhere hitting moguls.

Now my sister J informs me of reports of Cross-Country Skiing in lower Manhattan. When I was but a lad, occasionally the Great White North would be heavily blanketed by a foot or two of the fluffy stuff, and before Mr. Plow came around, Dr. Diamond and I would strap on some Nordics, step out the door, and ski through the neighbourhood.

I'm still glad I'm out of that frozen land, though.

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