O.K. it never seems to fail that whenever there is a slight change in the weather (season) I get New York Fever. I'm content living here where there is just enough of each season to keep me happy. No extremes. However, give me a spring-like day after 20 degree weather and I'm itching to go to Central park, the museum, the village, and so on. Days like today I want to pack up (we'd actually have to get rid of a lot to fit in an apartment.