My southern friends may not understand this, but it is 15 degrees out there now, and as the wife said over the coffee and cream of wheat "the heat is on". I am sure that one day soon spring will arrive in central New York state.
Here's that song bouncing around in my head now by Glenn Fry. I can't say I like it, but it is catchy, and you sit there wondering "that's quite a mullet on the sax player, is that a man? A woman??????".