Wednesday, September 29, 2004 Oh, but it's lovely outside. Crisp and cool and fall. Crisp, of course, by my California definitions. Dad introduced me to true East Coast Crisp when we were in Ohio, years ago. I shivered into my coat, my cheeks pinched by the icy fingers of wind. "This is nothing," Dad said. Some days, I can't believe I ever want to live in New York. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.