 Sunday, March 20, 2005
Our long national nightmare - winter - is over. The air is temperate; one can relieve oneself on long hikes without risking frostbite of the urinary tract. The dank smell of earth hangs over the landscape like the hawks that return from climes warm. Tell me, why do we call someone of low intelligence a bird-brain when birds have the sense to get out of Dodge when it turns cold?• • • • •
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