Gliding around Rotary Rink, then stuffing your face, a golden consolation during the current Ice Age Ice skating is one of the consolations of winter in Buffalo. Not adept myself, I prefer the low-impact role of observer. There’s something about the steely-nerved grace of a couple gliding backwards under drifting flakes that’s a poem in […]
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