April, and it’s been snowing. I know, I know – a long cold winter is only to be expected at these latitudes. Jet streams abound, polar air hangs around the city, and even  in April, when one perks up and starts expecting tulips and daffodils, one gets freezing temperatures instead. And snow. I was in the park the other day, because it was ‘partly sunny’, which meant that it clouded up as soon as I got there. Not a trace of tulips. Just cold gray everything. And freezing wind. Whine.

Anyway, t...