Maybe it’s because tonight is the night for Vicki and I to cash in those Neil Diamond tickets that Santa delivered in December. Or maybe it’s because a friend called a recent column “Grizzardesque.” Or perhaps it’s because we got through the Easter season, right to the middle of another gorgeous Southern Spring, meaning baseball is back, there might be a few movies that I want to see this summer, and that it’s time to get serious about the Sunday dinners that involve fire and meat.