Turkeys look older than Strom Thurmond. Prior to the turkey's grand entrance and exit, the closest this city boy had come recently to a turkey was a turkey pastrami, with mayonnaise on rye bread. Now that the ice has melted, Alex, who is one of our grandchildren, has started throwing rocks into the lake, something she will do until the water is warm enough to roll in. Alex knows what we all know. The turkey knows it, the cardinals know it, the pheasants know it, you know it, and the grandmas in their hats knew it, too.
Easter is a promise.
Bill Janz's column appears every other Sunday. Appeared in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel on April 15, 2001. Journal Sentinel Inc. All rights reserved.