La Primavera or Springtime in the Mountains

     So, where is winter and here is springtime.  The mayor received a email from a pal in Carlisle, PA, and he noted that some birds are chirping and a flower has  been seen peeking through the snow-covered ground.  Hmm.  maybe that's where spring is.  Here at Lake Tahoe it's been spring for months, really.   What passed for "winter" is long gone.  No more snowboards on the car roofs, no more caravans of ski-topped autos heading down Highway 89, no more late nights at the saloons with lift operators, ski patrollers, ski instructors, and college breakers running amok.
    No, spring is here along with her pal, daylight savings time.  Now we look for a bump after St. Paddy's Day.  It used to be Easter Break, or Spring Break, or some other misnomer.  My friend, Bill, a high school history teacher, announced he's off for 2 weeks and heading south to San Diego for a much needed vacace.  I'll be meeting with the lad to provide some tips on staying out of trouble among the breakers sure to hit the So Cal beaches at the end of March Madness.
    So it goes.  Income Tax time is almost here, which means Property Tax time is only 12 days away.  Get out your check books, get ready to "Under Fund" the govmint for another year and watch your tax dollars misspent by a gang of white-haired old fools.
Enjoy the weekend.  Be safe.