From this…To this on Palm Sunday…

To this, three days ago…

To this, yesterday…This morning…

And this afternoon…

I had resolved that if the last crystals of snow or ice weren’t gone by sunset, I was going to go out and piss on them.  They heard me.

Today, April 15th, this location was finally free of snow.  Not all of Weymouth can say so; the park under the trees, the parking lots of the malls and the schools and the anywhere that piled it up higher than I did.  In six months we start the campaign all over again.   A little birdie is telling me that I should be heading South by then, deep South.  A little birdie named Doug.