|Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir|
"New York in February is New York at its worst, unless you count those hundred-degree August weekends when everyone's off at the Hamptons but you. The cheery buzz of the holidays is long gone, and the spring thaw is too distant to provide any solace. Add a three-inch layer of blackened slush, and it can feel like Moscow without the twelve-cent vodka."
Rob Reid, Year Zero
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