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My editor sent us all home yesterday at 4:30 because a rain storm was on its way. Sounds a little silly, but New York City rain is a bit on the crazy side. It's nothing like the drizzles we'd get in Denver when I was growing up. When it rains here, it almost seems as if someone is standing above you with a bucket of water overturned.
After a year of city living, I've learned a sturdy dome umbrella and trusty rain boots are some of the most essential NYC accessories, along with a few other cozies to sulk in under the blankets (I'm so late on the "Downton Abbey" boat but I am hooked! Mr. Bates, you handsome devil!).
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