A Northerner’s Valentine: Erato never mused of it, Burns didn’t poetize about it, the Beatles never sang of it and Nora Ephron didn’t make a romantic comedy about it, but, what the hell, I’ll do my best: My love, my love, though roses, candy and your undying devotion are all well and nice, if you really cherished me, you’d get your ass out there, warm up my car and scrape from it and from the walk the snow and ice.