March

OK, so I didn't wake up a MegaMillionaire. It was only the second time playing and third time's the charm. And what are odds of 177 million to one anyway?

There's still the consolation of March and its weather adventures. Last Saturday 60 degrees and thoughts of spring in Central Park, the blossoms and the baby red-tails vigil through the telescopes by the Conservatory model boat pond. Yesterday the winds hammered off the river and down the avenues, making 20 degrees feel like zero. Today there is light snow, a little on the ground already, no wind and 15 degrees. It is a perfect winter day. The beagle/basset mix I saw being walked on Broadway wearing four cloth mittens on his paws looked like he was having a fine time too.

Never mind that it is only a couple weeks until spring and a few days until the now-earlier switch to Daylight Saving time. For me, it's a day we haven't had enough of this winter, so very welcome. It sets up one more trip to Cannon for skiing. But, in less than a month, looking out from Tier box seats above the green playing surface of Yankee Stadium, it will be just a scrap of memory.

Or maybe not. Once when I was a kid in Detroit I skipped school with some friends and we went to old Tiger Stadium for the second game of the season. We bought cheap seats in the center field bleachers and watched snow swirl through most of the game as some of the few and scattered fans lit fires in the aisles in an attempt to stay warm.