Hark! Here in D.C. we are in the midst of a "historic" snowfall. I witnessed its auspicious arrival last night as I headed out of my building to take in a private concert of Last Train Home with some friends. The magic was beginning. My urban neighborhood transformed into a Dickensian village, with the early snowcover affirming the promise of the accumulation to come. There's a mystical quality to a good snowfall. I am transported into the tranquil space of a snowglobe, where