Come on, let's be honest: June, July, and August aren't all that special around here. Sure, the days and nights are balmy and the raspberries are ripening and there's a festival of some sort every weekend and the Twins are playing outdoors on natural grass to sellout crowds in privately financed Carl Pohlad Park--uh, okay, we're awake now. But really, if you're basing your love of the Twin Cities on the three months out of the year when the weather's like the south of France, why haven't you packed up and moved already? Nah, give us the hardcore days of February, when all the pantywaisted whiners are either in Arizona or indoors, and we have the whole to ourselves.