i LOVE sUMMER IN mARCH.

Winter is over, and it's only March 16. I know that seems crazy. But "Game over, dude." Even if we get a massive blizzard in April, as we did in 1974, when I was one of the very few doofus kids who stumbled into Mr. Ralph's Fifth Grade class. Damn near froze my little paws off on the way. Had to sit with the other four doofusses who also staggered in on that Snow Day. But as far as a meaningful season goes, Winter is kaput. Very bizarre for this time of year in Badgerland, and impossible to believe that Humanity is not at least partially responsible.