As Ima distills the last bloody essence out of her dissertation, in the parlance of the Brits, the Guys got a day outside on this first day of spring – ecological spring, that is – the buds of the elms and silver and red maples in the NYC burbs are swelling. Won’t be long until they pop. But, I’ve digressed….
We got out and did the things men do, eat leaves, decayed logs, and the like. Really.