Note Again, this post originally has a pub date of Wednesday, or Thursday, or I-don't-know-what-day-anymore. I underestimated the effect of the cold I picked up somewhere between LaGuardia and Trudeau.   I landed in Winnipeg with a stuffed head, plugged ears, and a carry-on full of ticket stubs/signed playbill/brochures. Fortunately, I live within walking distance … Continue reading The New York Paradox: Cotton-Ball Head and Renewed Energy →