THE LAST FIVE ...
Closing up shop
It may be time for a change
Entry in the air
Music of the moment
Or ... BE RANDOM!
1998-03-04 - 13:11:29
The warmth of spring
Cruel early March 50-degree warmth with the knowledge that winter's wrath will surely return. Springtime is supposed to be about new beginnings -- new life, new growth, new love. But springtime, our Earth warmed over, always takes me back. ... Back to twilight dusk in warm downtown smalltown New Jersey springtime -- the smell of fresh-cut grass after winter dormancy -- orange allergic ballfield dust clouds as the children round the bases in the park behind the library and bring the dirt home with them -- the smell of the air in late evenings (of dinner on the grill in backyard suburbia) as the days grow longer and longer still. Our memories, I have heard, are linked to smell -- the way second-hand smoke reminds you of a bar, stale beer of a party's end, ethanol of freshman year Notre Dame.
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