Springing Forward

This is my favorite time of year. This is when living down here pays off. It’s daylight savings time and the humidity is not at the point that the life is sucked right out of you. There is enough sunlight in the evenings after work to get things accomplished outside of the crib. That means it’s time to work off my football season weight gain. It’s time to head back to City Park to walk in the evening. This is one of my favorite activities and where I do my best and clearest thinking. It's probably all that good fresh oxygen. I have some serious weeds in the garden and I can’t tell them from the real plants anymore. I guess I have to clean that up now. Hopefully I can make it to the lakefront in the evenings if the lakefront police department decides to let people up there. Sometimes they block it off to make themselves look important. It’s time to clean my grill and fill my propane tank. This is the year to boil your own seafood because the crawfish prices are serious. We won’t be eating too much of that if I have to pay that much.

Just like we set the clocks forward, I hope everyone can do the same thing to their minds and do some mental spring cleaning. It appears the world has embraced the New Orleans tradition of a constant flow of negative news. It's our greatest export to the rest of the world since jazz only this one is depressing. It's time to step away from CNN, MSNBC, and close those laptops. Even if you don’t have any chores or things to do around the house, just get a chair, a radio, a cold beer and go sit outside and get some fresh air. You can play a CD but don’t listen to any stations because they have news updates and that will just spoil your mood. Find yourself some nice outside music and try to have a good time.






Every time I post one of these songs on here I realize I am an old dude trapped in a young dude’s body. Kids, this is what happens when you grow up in a house where your parents control ALL of the music. I can sing stuff like this but they can’t rap any verse of a Run DMC song. I’m cool with that because I don’t think I am ready to hear my parents singing Peter Piper. You know what; I’m posting that song too out of respect for my own generation.