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Right Now, I'm Dealing With All This Spring
Bruce Eric Kaplan
'season's Greetings' Looks O.k. To Me. Let's Run
That's What I Hate About This City. You Roast
New Yorker February 1st, 1993
How Do You Make A Wassail Bowl?
New Yorker August 29th, 1988
Fall Is One Of Many Reasons
We're Expecting Some Major Accumulation
New Yorker September 12th, 2005
We Should Probably Think About Heading Back
Title Taken By Surprise. While Strolling
Is It Any Wonder You Got Coal In Your Stocking?
A Man And Woman Look At A Single Tree In A Field
I'd Better Bring In My Plants
Isn't It About Time To Switch
Peter C. Vey
New Yorker April 2nd, 2007
New Yorker March 6th, 2006
Spring Fever Or Side Effects!
New Yorker November 14th, 2005
I Didn't Go Anywhere This Summer
A Rakes Progress
New Yorker June 8th, 1998
Title: Miracle On 35th Street. A Family
'fine. And You?'
And We Didn't Get Anything For Him
Get Your Polka-dot Butt Out Of My Leaves!
Two Brown Leaves Speak About A Green Leaf
It's A Check For A Hundred Thousand Dollars
New Yorker December 1st, 1986
New Yorker February 14th, 1977
I Don't Care What You Say
Closed For The Season
The Growing Season Has Barely Begun
I'm Taking You To The Four Seasons. You'll Enjoy
Clash Of The Titans
''tis My Season!'
A Man Talking On The Phone
Woman In Bed With A Huge Snow-globe
Two Dogs Are Seen Talking To Each Other
Ice Fly-fishing With Doug
It's Such A Nice Day I Think I'll Walk
New Yorker August 9th, 2004
It's A Poor Craftsman
No, It Won't Keep Until Spring. We Have To Talk
How May I Help
Nobody Move! I Think I Lost An Eye
Maybe We Weren't Meant To Express Ourselves
God, How Earnest. Whales On Recycled Paper
You Will Fall Backward. But Eventually
New Yorker January 25th, 1993
Well, I'm Off To Brave The Elements, So To Speak
Here Come The Goddam Summer People!
Watch Who You're Calling Irrelevant!
I'd Like To See Old Ho-ho-ho Try To Assemble One
My Whole Life Seems To Be ?ashing Before Me -
Oceans Of Hot Buttered Rum
Helen E Hokinson
New Yorker April 11th, 1942
We Better Break This Up. We're Straining
We Had The Usual Exchange Of Gifts - She Gave
It's Oscar Time - There's That Special Tingle
Clinton's Ides Of April
I Imagine Serenity's Pretty Much The Same
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