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So begins another week in New York City.

This is not my apple.

In the spirit of giving, just down the block from the Dunvagen office, gently-used, pre-owed used Christmas trees have been placed in a heap outside the Nonprofit & Philanthropy Center, as if they'll know there what to do with all this pine.

If the gatekeeper is found at 666, I'm not inclined to go asking I be granted passage.

But I wonder what's at the end of that alley.

I think of a store full of lights is one of humanity's greatest achievements.

I wonder if this is Mark's car and this was a message for Mark to see when he returned to it.

Last night I had to disassemble the deadbolt in our building's front door. The bolt would not retract. This, I thought, was mechanical failure as a result of frozen water getting in the mechanism, or metal contracting (because of science) at a temperature near 10 degrees Farenheit.

Winter storm Hercules came and went. The snow on the ground is less than people's imaginations predicted and more than I expected. 

I'd not want to be on a bike in this weather.

As part of the annual holiday tradition, folks have started dumping trees in the streets.