It was 80 degrees in New York on Monday. And yes, the last time that happened, it was like the groundhog seeing his shadow--we got eight more weeks of February.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Oh great--so it's gonna happen again, right?
ME: Not meteorologically--only in my soul.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Heh--proves you have one.
ME: Hey--you oughtta thank me.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Why would we do that?
ME: Well who do you think brought this weather?
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: You? Really?
ME: Through the power of musical prayer.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: You've been whistling again, haven't you.
ME: Singing.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: [bemused] Actual singing.
ME: Oh yeah. When I'm not talking to myself.
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: And what have you been singing?
ME: Two songs that feel like spring to me. Songs that make me feel, oh, 28 again, actually. And nothing feels more like springlike than that. Or like these:
Teacher, Teacher - Rockpile
Heart - Rockpile
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Bouncy.
ME: ♪♪♪♪♪
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Are you . . . whistling?
ME: Yes, as a matter of fact, I--
EVERYBODY IN MANHATTAN: Taxi!
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