To get into the swing of spring, you gotta ride slides, bikes and bulls. You gotta hit it and not stop quittin' it. You gotta kiiiiick and streeeetch, Sally O'Malley-style. You gotta sing, laugh and dance until far past dusk. That magically melancholy dusk of childhood past. Of testing bedtimes, loathing classrooms as much as yellow-jackets, and longing intolerably for the pool to open. But it's not a school night now, it's summer. Even if we don't win the game, let's go for ice cream...and stay up one more hour.
