It’s going to be about 78º today.
Nearly every year at about this time, Kansas City weather gives us a glimpse of spring. Sure, we have the occasional nice day in early February, but we’re not so naïve as to think winter won’t roar back and remind us it hasn’t gone away just yet.
It’s a different story when the weather breaks in March. The golf courses flood with people, the lone criterion for a lunch spot is the existence of a patio, and excuses are made to get out of the office early.
It’s as if we’re saying maybe--just maybe--winter is behind us.
As a college student, I always looked forward to days like these. The walk to class just brought a smile to my face. The weather and the fact that half the women on campus so thoughtfully decided to wear shorts for the first time all year can share credit for that.
With last weekend’s frigid temperatures (and snow that just finished melting yesterday), I know our grip on spring is tenuous at best.
Nevertheless, softball starts next Thursday. Even if the first few weeks are a little painful, they are a tangible step toward putting winter in the rear view mirror.
P.S. Is the song "Time of the Season" by the Zombies the first documented use of the phrase "Who's Your Daddy"?
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