Monday, March 17, 2003

Whiplash
It was a beautiful weekend here in the 'Burgh, or so I thought. On Saturday morning we packed up the kids, the dogs, the double stroller and went to a nearby park for a walk and some playground time. It was so warm that I left my coat in the car, and went outdoors in shirtsleeves. But after a few minutes we saw a grim reminder that Old Man Winter hasn't released his grip on us yet. On the lake in the park, there were still people ice fishing. That really put a damper on any feelings of impending Spring that I was having.