This will no doubt be a less-than-riveting post for Flint Expatriates who still live in a place where there are actual seasons, but I'm really enjoying the spring-like conditions in the Vehicle City today. I haven't been in Flint in March since 1984, and I'd forgotten that great feeling of relief that comes with temperatures in the fifties, sunshine, and the earthy smell of melting snow and mud. I realize I'm not doing a great job of making it seem appealing, but it really is great. And I feel that way even though I didn't endure a Michigan winter.
And, yes, I probably jinxed it by even talking about it. I'm sure this intemperate talk about temperate conditions will result in a massive snowstorm. My apologies in advance.