A surer sign of spring than any silly robins on the wing or lengthening days: small service trucks and the SUV owned by the place’s proprietor have been gracing the parking lot of the Bruster’s ice cream stand at the intersection of State Roads 46 and 446 the last few days.
Clearly, preps. are being made for the seasonal re-opening of same in less than two weeks, March 1st, to be precise.
The following list of terms just may become as familiar to us in the coming months as Watergate, Plumbers, tapes, and Haldeman, Erlichman and Mitchell were in 1973.
- The Crimea
- Carter Page
- Igor Sechin
- Vladimir Putin
- The hacking of the Democratic National Committee
The Black Sea
And if there’s any optimism to be found in these dark times, it’s that these terms could conceivably lead to the same fate for he who shall remain unnamed as befell one Richard Milhouse Nixon in August, 1974.
Then again, I might be catching Connect-the-Dots Sickness. We’ll see.
In A Melancholy Way
The above-typed word image, “robin on the wing,” comes, of course, from the uber-mellifluous “It Might as Well Be Spring,” a samba-jazz reimagining of the Rogers and Hammerstein “State Fair” hit.
The Astrud Gilberto and Stan Getz version played a touch fast and loose with the original lyrics. Here’s the money stanza as recorded by those two titans of 1950s & ’60s cool:
I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring.
Yeah, that’s me today.
I’m almost there until I turn on the news.