Spring in New England
Dave Esposito’s picture captured my best side.
It’s been spring for a little over a week now. Spring is a magical time in Southern New England. For example, we’ve had a lot of rain, which is standard for early spring. We’ve had a few cold days and nights. A few sunny days that were almost t-shirt weather worthy. Even just today, it rained early in the morning. Then the sun came out and for about twenty minutes we had a beautiful day. Now the sky is dark and the rain is inbound.
Living in New England and complaining about the weather goes together like Clam Cakes and Chowdah. It isn’t that the weather is bad in New England. It’s that it shifts on dime. Mark Twain famously said of the weather here, “If you don’t like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.” I think that’s what gets people.
I think that is part of how we New Englanders developed our reputation for being rude. It isn’t that we are ruder than other people. We’re just trying to get to the point before starts raining, snowing or sleeting. We don’t have the luxury of languid discussions like they do in other warmer parts of the country.
Now, I gotta run to Dunks for an Ice Coffee, which I’ll try not to spill while playing our regional sport of kings, “Dodge the Potholes”.