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Season’s Greetings


Change is in
the air: one day it’s
a leonine 35 degrees, the next a sheepish
50. On a recent memorable afternoon, the temperature
teased the 70-degree mark. When what
is so rare as a day in June occurs in
March, grateful
New Yorkers shed
the shearling, peel away the Polartec, unearth last summer’s tubes and tanks,
and luxuriate in the unexpected radiance.

Fountain of youth

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This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on March 30, 1999

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