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.
From allergies to the Braves, spring is in the air