COLUMN: Spring is my season
It is perhaps the most under-appreciated thing in our lives.
I know it is for me every spring when I open my drawer of shorts that have been packed away for the winter.
Somewhere prior to that first of the season drawer opening, I no doubt contemplated the two large, very white appendages which are most in need of sunshine...aka my legs. Casper the Friendly Ghost is not any whiter than my legs get after being housed in long pants all winter.
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