• AJ Fosik

The annual winter onslaught of Facebook photos from friends’ vacations to Los Angeles, New Orleans, or some decadent tropical destination never really irks me. You’re sitting poolside in 72-degree weather—the temperature is always noted—drinking a Bloody Mary and reeking of suntan lotion? Good for you, I guess. I’ll be hanging in Chicago, where the winters are appropriately cold and gray, and the summers are superior to any other city’s in the country. I think I’ll make it.