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Even after all these years people still ask me from time to time (like at a party I went to this weekend) whether I don't miss the land of my birth and upbringing.

To be honest the answer varies. In late January, I will admit, I get a pang now and then. But this time of year? With cherry blossoms at their peak around the reservoir in Central Park, and everything else pretty much bursting out in bloom? No way.