Isn’t March supposed to come in like a lion or something?
I mean, I’d heard it was supposed to snow yesterday, but of course, it didn’t: tomorrow’s supposed to be sixty-three degrees. Almost time to break out the shorts and figure out what I did with the sunscreen (not to mention time to start wishing I had a Wrangler again).
Also,I love this political ad from the 60s:
Love Massey’s closing line.