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Dear Philadelphia Winter: The fact that I've started putting on a scarf for my walk to work means you're right around the corner, and there's no stopping you. For a significant portion of my life, I considered you a necessary evil. After all, without you, there would be no Thanksgiving, no Christmannakkanzaa, no New Year, right? But about three years ago, I decided that was a ridiculous idea. After all, people in, say, San Diego...

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Dear Philadelphia: I wouldn't say I had a particularly great weekend last weekend. I ended up doing something I really didn't want to do, because I am a woman of my word. But I managed to get a few hours to escape on Saturday afternoon, and because I was around the corner, I headed to the Old City Fall Festival in the part of the city most folks know best for First Friday. It...

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Dear Philadelphia: Sometimes you kinda surprise me, baby. I fled the crowds and the mayhem and certain apocalypse last weekend for the deserted streets of Manhattan. I was certain that between Live 8 and Philly Freedom, the city would implode on itself. I took a huge suitcase to my the small NYU dorm where my boyfriend is living this summer, hoping that I’d at least have enough clothing with me to get by until the rubble of Philadelphia was gotten through and my insurance check came in. I was even planning my insurance money shopping spree – it is sale season, after all. I anxiously tuned in to MTVU (the sole perk of the aforementioned dorm) on Saturday evening after the concert was over, certain that at least one horseman had been spotted riding down the Parkway. And I saw... nothing. A couple of VJs talking about how the concert rocked, standing in front of the empty stage. There were no dead bodies, no fires blazing. There was nothing appalling to cover on MTV. A lot of trash, but that’s hardly newsworthy. We made Woodstock ’99 look like the Los Angeles Riots. Then it occurred to me that there was still one concert left.