And Not a Moment Too Soon

Some say that the first sign of spring is a robin in one’s midst. Or a new spring-y scent in the air. Or something or other about the shadow of a mostly-blind rodent.

I, however, know better.

The surest sign that spring has arrived is when the frat boys on my block begin playing their inane beanbag game on the sidewalk at all hours of the day and night.

Let it be known that spring is indeed here.