Birkenstocks, sandals and the resurgence of jelly shoes all promise the feet once again will be naked to the sun's eye. There is nothing comparable to that smell in an already hot, unventilated classroom. Playing, anywhere, anytime, anything. The other day, as I drove up Chancellor Street, I ran smack into the middle of a tense football game. Driveways converted into basketball courts, roads into fields, yards into baseball diamonds.
Games are everywhere.
The sun will simply get you outside, doing something. Even if it is just to catch some rays, you are outside away from the winter trap of television. Keeping with that festive mood of playing inevitably comes the final tradition of spring. Spring fever- sexual fever, that is. Something magical is in the air.