New York in January can be a harsh place. It can beautiful, as when a fresh layer of snow turns Central Park into a downright wonderland. But then there are days when the snow has crusted at the edges of the sidewalks and each trip on the subway feels like a barrage of grouchy, wind-chapped faces. These are the grey days. Me? I’m from Northern California wine country. Winter there is more about wearing coats for their fashion than their utility and, even in January, you take