Part of the allure of living in the Northeast is the assumption that one will get a white holiday season. And this past December a record amount of soft, fluffy, white stuff fell from the sky and blanketed our Brookline streets making them all look so peaceful and quiet.
That serene blanketed beauty came to a screechy halt with this recent string of fluke-y warm days.
Brookline streets now look as slummy and filthy and trashy as they can. It's the trade-off of having a white Christmas. All the fluff turns to grodey, blicky January thawed mud-sicles.