It’s fitting that this week begins with another Christmas rose – even if it’ s a different one from last week’s. This particular specimen was not in the Back Bay of Boston, but somewhere in Beacon Hill, on the snowy Saturday that my brother and I just spent in town. We picked up my friend Kira on Friday night and did some holiday shopping at the Wrentham Outlets, before celebrating our annual holiday weekend back in Boston with a couple of old-fashioneds at City Bar. The night was brutally cold, with a biting wind, but the condo was warm, candles were lit, and a bit of whiskey can warm the wickedest heart.
When we woke on Saturday morning, the snow was already falling down…
