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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
Last night as I hauled my Christmas tree up to my apartment, I heard a shrieking sound in the winter night. At first I thought a cat was dying, but once I stopped and really listened, I determined the sound must be coming from excited sledders in the park just a block away. If it wasn’t so dark and cold, and if I hadn’t been shlepping a tree up four flights of stairs, I would have joined in. I wish I was sledding today—if not for real, then at least virtually.