Weathers been strangely unlike March: mid-60s, clear skies and gentle breezes. usually, its spitting cold rain with gusty winds and a flurry or two until April; like the last gasp of a worn-out fighter, we get an eclectic combination of winter punches until that season resigns itself to the corner. Right now I hear the classic trill of the cardinal outside my window; buds are blossoming quicker than acne.


Which reminds me of this economy: Sure, I've jostled with the- increasing- masses in the aisles of Wal-Mart; yes my neighbor is still unemployed, and my other neighbors kid made several rounds through the fast-food strips without landing anything, but it sure seems to be remarkably benevolent around here, considering the financial atrocities executed from on high. There have not been a plethora of foreclosures in this working-class neighborhood, and though this is partly attributable to financial eyes not exceeding stomach assets, you do wonder if this is the calm before the real financial March hits the stage.