“… and that’s how you know spring is sprung” (swan dive, catherine irwin). the uk was great to us, but it’s nice to be back in new york, and the weather is unbelievable. running around manhattan today, i remember that spring is when new york’s women put on their sandals and show off their collarbones and shoulders with sunglasses perched on carefully messy hair: manhattan doesn’t have much flora, so it’s women bloom instead. back in brooklyn, though, everything is green grass and leaf-shaded breezes. all i could ask for now is a backyard with a grill, some pork marinating in bourbon, and a cooler full of miller high life. maybe after a day at the races, but let’s not get greedy.