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Spring in the air...


And with spring in the air, thoughts and memories begin to thaw in my mind...

I've got REM's "Harborcoat" on right now.  They have always been a spring and summer band.  Life's Rich Pageant will always remind me of my trip to Bill McKinnon's home after my first year at EHS.  

And then there's WSP.  While I don't dig much on the Panic these days, man did they ever take up a good portion of the hot summer months.  And the Dead and Phish.  Ah, my hippie years!  My lost hippie years!

One can't forget Jimmy Buffett either.  He reminds me a lot of Marcia.  Sadly, Angie also steals some memories.  But we try to cut her out of as much as possible.  And of course, there's the Christmas days when I'd hang out with him at Toppers.

But more than any one thing, spring is happy.  Spring is youth.  Spring is "everything will somehow be ok."  Its "nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile."  I'm not a winter hater.  I actually like wearing coats, and darkness early in the evening, and dreary December days.  But there's something one-of-a-kind about spring days.

Colorado springs, though, can't hold a candle to the incredible southern springs.  We've got colors, and fragrances, and so many girls in tight clothes you just about lose your mind.  I'll give summers to the Colorado mountains, but NC is the unanimous spring winner.

Its funny that I'm writing about spring.  Its chilly today and I've got the heat on.  We've only had a few days lately that have cracked the 70's.  But for some reason, that's what my mind had in mind.  So.........

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